Time alters perception, which alters memory, the boundaries and lines between events blur and the mind fills in gaps which are either no longer palatable or have been forgotten and erased. New truths are always being rendered, realities re-defined, ones often more suitably fitted to the current vision of self and environment.
What can you do with a space 168 cubic feet … the size of a large broom cupboard … turn it into the smallest gallery in London … what else … some may have opened the door only to see the back wall, while others stepped inside with a vision that filled every inch …
For me, i’m happy to be one of the many being exposed in the Brooom room … it was a love love relationship from the off …
Innovative, exciting, packed with surprises … full of all the things every artist dreams of keeping in a space no bigger than a storage room … bursting at the seams with ideas … video, animation, illustration, photography, art, music, fashion, candy … for creators, makers, designers, free thinkers …
I collaborated on an art/music video with producer PurePel … we were lucky that the Thursday changeover of artists fell on the First of the month … week 23 that’s us! …
On-lookers gathered here, there, Redchurch St was happening everywhere, on the streets in the spaces … outside Brooom … yes outside … there’s nothing else fitting in that space other than the work being exhibited … at the glass door we clustered, a window into other peoples worlds … showing 24/7 from one minute to a month, loop to loop … if you’re looking for a space to showcase your work, Broom gets a big thumbs up from me … even bigger thumbs up for the enthusiasm and passion of Frida and Magid … it’s contagious …
I’m very excitied to be a part of Sweet’Arts #1 show. In honour of International womens Day i’ll be showing three images from ‘Behind the Veil’
‘Tales of Transience’ is a body of work still on progress. Behind the Veil forms a chapter, a series of images and writings produced from behind various mosquito nets over a period of several months, periods of time where I could do nothing other than observe the world from a constantly shifting perspective, a perspective that was being shaped by the Indian philosophy that I had come to study.With the objectivity that the passing of time brings , the photogrpahs have become quiet meditations, the story I tell of a woman who once existed yet no longer is. As Freud states in his essay on Transience ‘what is painful may none the less be true.
I only ever intended to be away for a year, but it’s true what they say, that time waits for no man! … And so it passed, the journey continued and whenver I returned to all that was familiar, the faces I knew, the places that once held me, the son I once carried in my womb, I knew that whatever I was searching for had not yet been found.I continued to photograph, trying to capture the ephemeral, the camera became not only the essential divide between me and my environement, the space to make sense of all that self is, it became the catalyst, forcing the never ending questions to knock even harder on the door of the mind, ‘who is the author of this narratvie?’ what is is that she knows?’
University College Falmouth
BA Fine Art: First Class Hons.Â
