BFA Exhibition 2021

The word “mamaghar” has a lot more respect and feelings than I’ve ever felt in my own house. I grew up in my mamaghar in the presence of my “grandmother” whom we called “Maa”. My childhood until my mid-teen revolved around her. These belongings of Maa are not just any objects but those are containers that hold my memories of her. These letters are part of visuals of my mamaghar to tell her that I’m here and I stand as a witness to her presence.

My attachment to thread and fabric developed as a common ground between me and my mother. In search of a connection with her, the thread became a metaphor for me and my mother, and a bond between my mother and grandmother. Recalling the moment, my grandmother taught my mother to use her sewing machine that has long been abandoned, and now, in turn, my mother taught me to use it. My mother and grandmother sewing together on it held a sense of nostalgia for me. Today, these artworks stand as witnesses of my existence with my mother and memories of my grandmother.