'I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing. Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh; The worlds revolve like ancient women Gathering fuel in vacant lots.' -Preludes by T.S Eliot
The title comes from the poem ‘Preludes’ by T.S Eliot but also from a prelude in music that comprises recurring motifs and is usually an introduction to a larger piece. The book is divided into three chapters and explores the discrepancies of living within organized structures.
‘Prelude’ observes the estrangement between people and with their environment and so identifying the problem.
The ‘Interlude’ refers to a state of limbo, which is represented by ‘in between’ spaces that we often fail to notice through our routines. The spaces are always on the way to or from somewhere, never the final destination. It is a way of coping by finding quiet moments within these organized structures to create an alternate, private world - a temporary solution.
‘Postlude’ questions the idea of respite in the countryside and whether such a retreat can ever be an absolute escape.
The project stems from a basic empathy with people and an idealistic anticipation for a real and intimate connection with the world.
Previously Exhibited at:
Red, Blue & Yellow, Mumbai, October 2014 (Solo)
The Art Loft, Mumbai, November 2013 (Solo)
Galerie Eof, Paris, May 2013 (Group)
Parsons Paris, April 2013. (Group)