WEEK 02
EYES, EYES, EYES...
ARTIST HARIBO
ARTISTIC RESPONSE
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DESCRIPTION: The image shows multiple pictures put together to form a collage. (from clockwise) There is a glass bowl of almonds with an arrow pointing downwards to two collages of eyes. There is a black and white picture of a woman with her hand on a boy’s shoulder and a coloured picture of a bottle with ‘Bournvita’ on the bottom right. There is an arrow leading from this picture to a collage of eyes. There is an image of a group of people in white coats working in what seems to be a lab where they are observing a person perform an experiment. An arrow connects this image to a collage of eyes. Below this collage is the word ‘Prejudice’. Next to this word is a picture of a goddess and an arrow connects this image to a collage of eyes. Next to this collage is a picture of open books with some of the text highlighted in different colours and an arrow connects this image to a collage of eyes. Next to this collage is a picture of two women in graduation suits with graduation hats and an arrow connects this image to a collage of eyes. Next to this collage is the word ‘Intelligence’ and above this word is a picture of a number of people standing in a queue and an arrow connects this image to a collage of eyes. To the top left of this image is the word ‘Merit’ and to the top right is a picture of fish with yellow transparent tablets next to it and an arrow connects this image to a collage of eyes.
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From the artist’s note:
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“Access to one eye is
privilege
to the other and that is
probably merit to the
next and to whom
other assigns intelligence…
Eyes, eyes, eyes, what do
you see? What do I?
Or do we see at
all?
I wonder...I wonder…”
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SEE-SAW REFLECTIONS
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We are a part of everything that we loathe. Each time we resent someone for their inconsideration towards the collective, we cannot forget that we, too, are garbage creators.
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WEEK 02
BREAKING IN
ARTIST LAVENDER HIPPO
ARTISTIC RESPONSE
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DESCRIPTION: Shows a picture of a person drawn on a black square. The square is framed with brown rope and the rope crisscrosses across the image of the person to make it look as if they are locked in. Red paper pins hold the criss-crossed ropes in place.
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DESCRIPTION: Comprises a black square with a white border painted across the top and the bottom and the following words written in the centre: ‘Opportunity, Equality, Standard Education, Job, Respect, Accessibility, Privilege, “Culture”, Acceptability, Representation’.
Excerpt from the artist’s note:
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"Dear Z,
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Even though we were economically uplifted, there were times when I felt like I was breaking out of boxes and breaking into spaces. I have watched performances where I have not understood things within it because it was brahmanical in nature.
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I studied in a Christian institution and so caste was never a topic of conversation, so it came as a shock to my friends when they learnt that I was Dalit when I had to submit my caste (S.C.) certificate for my 10th std board exam application.
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And they spoke about how lucky I was because I had reservations in colleges. What was funny was that I got into colleges where I had not submitted my S.C. certificate and when I started college a girl changed seats when she learnt about my caste. Not to mention the damned debate about reservation where it was 76 v/s 2 and I was a part of the part that was for reservation...
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Warmly, Lavender Hippo"
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LISTEN TO THIS LETTER
SEE-SAW REFLECTIONS
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The promise of emancipation and claims to social mobility necessarily enmesh one in arbitrary matrices. This compromise is often incumbent on the aspirant.
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WEEK 02
THE CONTENTS OF MERIT
ARTIST STREET STORE DOLLS
ARTISTIC RESPONSE
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TranscriptionWeek 1 Hi Jessi Amawasa, Have you thought about body wash? What a weird invention, right? Someone looked at the shampoo bottle and thought what if I put it on my entire body. But of course, they were scared of uncontrollable body hair and had to come up with something entirely different. If you have to find a product that clearly distinguishes between the upper and lower middle class, body wash would be that product. Cars used to be that product before, the ones that segregated the middle classes. Now even the lower strata have cars for either their business or help them earn money as transport providers. Being one of 3 siblings in a lower-middle-class home meant all the three had to share the same soap till it got over and we got a new one. Usually, the soap stays for 15 days depending on the brand. The long-lasting one as televised and promised was the lifebuoy soaps that lasted a month. The first time I encountered body wash was in a hotel room in Chennai. Tired from the journey I hit the bed and woke up to get to an event venue. I don't travel much so I tend to forget things, I had packed my toothbrush and everything but forgot the soap. I step into the bathroom to find these weird two bottles of liquid. I thought they were the same thing and maybe they kept two bottles for two days of the stay I had booked for. So the first day, I had used the shampoo to bathe myself, and only the next day I figured out that it was body wash. As I was following last week's warm-up exercise(of finding things in my house), my hand stumbled on a bottle of body wash that I had kept from a recent hospital visit. It is so funny that this small bottle of body wash is asked to wash the dirt of two people(patient+attender). I went out and brought a sop to use in the hospital. Since my wife didn't use the body wash either, she packed it home, because she paid for it. That's something my mom does in restaurants, carries the Peppermint Coated Fennel Saunf in tissues. And just like the Saunf in your mouth, you never know how much body wash is too much body wash. So I always end up using lesser, always thinking that anything which washes my body should come for more than 15 days. I don't know about you, but I have always imagined the lives of rich people and what would it look like. Would it be worlds away? Would it be more bright, since lower-middle-class homes can rarely see the horizon and so the sun rarely finds the need to visit them? My wife on the other hand comes from a family that wants to call itself middle class for the sake of humility but is not. Since my family has come a long way from sharing soaps and towels, I am beginning to understand body wash. Finally figured how much is good enough. Yet, there is this unexplainable guilt of spending too much money that could be fixed with a Lifeboy Soap. Does this make any sense?
DESCRIPTION: Typed English poem in black font against a white background. Transcript is provided to the right of the image.
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SEE-SAW REFLECTIONS
One’s claims to authorial credit are contingent on structural positions that we occupy in society.
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WEEK O2
GREAT TOBOGGAN
ARTIST MISFIT MEDUSA
ARTISTIC RESPONSE
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DESCRIPTION: This image is a written note titled ‘Artist Note’ and has a crossword of sorts. At the bottom is an index and instructions on how to read the words mentioned in the crossword. Some of the words seen from the crossword include 'Knowledge', 'Education'.
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Excerpt from the artist’s note:
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“When I choose to visualise the word “knowledge”, I see a world of endless possibilities, a network of roads no technology could ever hope to map!”
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SEE-SAW REFLECTIONS
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The infinite possibilities of knowledge also include its ambiguities and tensions.
WEEK 02
WHERE IS MY MEDAL?
ARTIST JEISI AMAWASA
ARTISTIC RESPONSE
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DESCRIPTION: The image has a text in the centre that reads ‘I acknowledge my very gross privilege. Ok where is my medal?’.
SEE-SAW REFLECTIONS
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The achievement of having won in the event “Realizing that you are participating in the Oppression Olympics”
WEEK 02
KNOTS
ARTIST GULLA
ARTISTIC RESPONSE
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DESCRIPTION: Charcoal smeared on handmade paper in a circular shape with a bunch of french knots embroidered with black thread on the left.
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SEE-SAW REFLECTIONS
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Not all pie charts have clear lines of demarcation. Sometimes, pie charts and their cousins can represent clusters of those who deserve and those who do not.
WEEK 02
THE SACRED RIVER
ARTIST Z
ARTISTIC RESPONSE
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LISTEN TO THIS STORY

DESCRIPTION: Image of the front and back of a dark blue hardbound book cover that is outlined with an ornate border. ‘The sacred river’ is written on the front. The next pages contain a story in English which is written in black font against a white background. A recording of the story is provided to the top right of the image.
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SEE-SAW REFLECTIONS
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Knowledge matters insofar as it is instrumentalized in the project of the accumulation of wealth. The common wisdom of gathering knowledge for knowledge’s sake and of scepticism of the courtship between knowledge and wealth might seem romantic, but knowledge as a means to achieve material forms of sustenance cannot be overlooked. The instrumentalization of knowledge is necessary for existence and is, in many ways, the raison d’etre of knowledge itself.
WEEK 05
COUNTING PRIVILEGES
ARTIST STREET STORE DOLLS
ARTISTIC RESPONSE
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LISTEN TO THIS POEM
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TranscriptionWeek 1 Hi Jessi Amawasa, Have you thought about body wash? What a weird invention, right? Someone looked at the shampoo bottle and thought what if I put it on my entire body. But of course, they were scared of uncontrollable body hair and had to come up with something entirely different. If you have to find a product that clearly distinguishes between the upper and lower middle class, body wash would be that product. Cars used to be that product before, the ones that segregated the middle classes. Now even the lower strata have cars for either their business or help them earn money as transport providers. Being one of 3 siblings in a lower-middle-class home meant all the three had to share the same soap till it got over and we got a new one. Usually, the soap stays for 15 days depending on the brand. The long-lasting one as televised and promised was the lifebuoy soaps that lasted a month. The first time I encountered body wash was in a hotel room in Chennai. Tired from the journey I hit the bed and woke up to get to an event venue. I don't travel much so I tend to forget things, I had packed my toothbrush and everything but forgot the soap. I step into the bathroom to find these weird two bottles of liquid. I thought they were the same thing and maybe they kept two bottles for two days of the stay I had booked for. So the first day, I had used the shampoo to bathe myself, and only the next day I figured out that it was body wash. As I was following last week's warm-up exercise(of finding things in my house), my hand stumbled on a bottle of body wash that I had kept from a recent hospital visit. It is so funny that this small bottle of body wash is asked to wash the dirt of two people(patient+attender). I went out and brought a sop to use in the hospital. Since my wife didn't use the body wash either, she packed it home, because she paid for it. That's something my mom does in restaurants, carries the Peppermint Coated Fennel Saunf in tissues. And just like the Saunf in your mouth, you never know how much body wash is too much body wash. So I always end up using lesser, always thinking that anything which washes my body should come for more than 15 days. I don't know about you, but I have always imagined the lives of rich people and what would it look like. Would it be worlds away? Would it be more bright, since lower-middle-class homes can rarely see the horizon and so the sun rarely finds the need to visit them? My wife on the other hand comes from a family that wants to call itself middle class for the sake of humility but is not. Since my family has come a long way from sharing soaps and towels, I am beginning to understand body wash. Finally figured how much is good enough. Yet, there is this unexplainable guilt of spending too much money that could be fixed with a Lifeboy Soap. Does this make any sense?
DESCRIPTION: Typed English poem - “Counting Privileges” - in black font against a white background. Transcript and recording of the poem is provided to the right of the image.
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SEE-SAW REFLECTIONS
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Passing is our apprehension of being seen when we do not wish to be and our need to feel a sense of belonging. Passing is a necessary response to the anxiety about claiming our right to be respected.
WEEK 07
A ROSE
ARTIST LAVENDER HIPPO
ARTISTIC RESPONSE
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LISTEN TO THIS LETTER
DESCRIPTION: An image with a pink tinge of a handwritten note in black ink on a white background which is transcribed below.
From the artist's note:
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“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
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My name was supposed to be something else. You see, they were expecting a son but unfortunately they had a daughter and they named her something. They could have named her anything and it would have meant the same thing.
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This girl grew up not caring for her name or surname. She grew up and started creating an identity for herself and she realised that her identity was now attached to her name whether she intended to or not.
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She made something for herself – Something Very Important.
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How can my name not be important when I feel such joy when it is uttered by my lover in a crowded room and suddenly I feel seen. When a dear friend describes me to someone – how can I not fall in love with my own name? The way a tongue twists and sounds come out in order for my name to be said the way it must – the way I like and prefer it. I am in love with myself. What’s in a name, you ask? Everything – in its own pockets of time.”
SEE-SAW REFLECTIONS
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Names might be de facto markers of identity. But to make names the subject of inquiry and to intensely explore the significance that they have for our lives could be seen as a form of resistance to the use of names to restrict the possibilities available to us to live our lives on our own terms.
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WEEK 07
RANDOM NAMES AT A RAILWAY STATION
ARTIST STREET STORE DOLLS
ARTISTIC RESPONSE
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TranscriptionWeek 1 Hi Jessi Amawasa, Have you thought about body wash? What a weird invention, right? Someone looked at the shampoo bottle and thought what if I put it on my entire body. But of course, they were scared of uncontrollable body hair and had to come up with something entirely different. If you have to find a product that clearly distinguishes between the upper and lower middle class, body wash would be that product. Cars used to be that product before, the ones that segregated the middle classes. Now even the lower strata have cars for either their business or help them earn money as transport providers. Being one of 3 siblings in a lower-middle-class home meant all the three had to share the same soap till it got over and we got a new one. Usually, the soap stays for 15 days depending on the brand. The long-lasting one as televised and promised was the lifebuoy soaps that lasted a month. The first time I encountered body wash was in a hotel room in Chennai. Tired from the journey I hit the bed and woke up to get to an event venue. I don't travel much so I tend to forget things, I had packed my toothbrush and everything but forgot the soap. I step into the bathroom to find these weird two bottles of liquid. I thought they were the same thing and maybe they kept two bottles for two days of the stay I had booked for. So the first day, I had used the shampoo to bathe myself, and only the next day I figured out that it was body wash. As I was following last week's warm-up exercise(of finding things in my house), my hand stumbled on a bottle of body wash that I had kept from a recent hospital visit. It is so funny that this small bottle of body wash is asked to wash the dirt of two people(patient+attender). I went out and brought a sop to use in the hospital. Since my wife didn't use the body wash either, she packed it home, because she paid for it. That's something my mom does in restaurants, carries the Peppermint Coated Fennel Saunf in tissues. And just like the Saunf in your mouth, you never know how much body wash is too much body wash. So I always end up using lesser, always thinking that anything which washes my body should come for more than 15 days. I don't know about you, but I have always imagined the lives of rich people and what would it look like. Would it be worlds away? Would it be more bright, since lower-middle-class homes can rarely see the horizon and so the sun rarely finds the need to visit them? My wife on the other hand comes from a family that wants to call itself middle class for the sake of humility but is not. Since my family has come a long way from sharing soaps and towels, I am beginning to understand body wash. Finally figured how much is good enough. Yet, there is this unexplainable guilt of spending too much money that could be fixed with a Lifeboy Soap. Does this make any sense?
DESCRIPTION: Typed English poem - “Counting Privileges” - in black font against a white background. Transcript of the text is provided to the right of the image.
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SEE-SAW REFLECTIONS
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Sometimes, asserting the right to not be named is a form of allegiance to those who have given us an identity of which we can be proud and which can be a source of emancipation.
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WEEK O9
PROVE YOUR ...
ARTIST LAVENDER HIPPO
ARTISTIC RESPONSE
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DESCRIPTION: The image comprises a sheet of paper, the top is painted blue and the bottom is painted pink. On the top of the paper is written ‘Prove your existence’. Below that, on the left, is written ‘Prove your Dalitness’ and on the right is written ‘Prove your Indianness’. Below that is written ‘Birth certificate?’, ‘Age’ and ‘Dalit certificate’. At the bottom of the page are three images in black of girls, one wearing a shirt and a pinafore, a second wearing a kurta and salwar with an identity card round her neck and a third of a woman with a shirt, pants and a handbag. Above the first image is written ‘Get all your certificates for your application for the Board exams’. Above the second is written ‘What makes you Indian? The literature? The architecture? The language?’ and above the third is written ‘What?’

LISTEN TO THIS LETTER
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TranscriptionWeek 1 Hi Jessi Amawasa, Have you thought about body wash? What a weird invention, right? Someone looked at the shampoo bottle and thought what if I put it on my entire body. But of course, they were scared of uncontrollable body hair and had to come up with something entirely different. If you have to find a product that clearly distinguishes between the upper and lower middle class, body wash would be that product. Cars used to be that product before, the ones that segregated the middle classes. Now even the lower strata have cars for either their business or help them earn money as transport providers. Being one of 3 siblings in a lower-middle-class home meant all the three had to share the same soap till it got over and we got a new one. Usually, the soap stays for 15 days depending on the brand. The long-lasting one as televised and promised was the lifebuoy soaps that lasted a month. The first time I encountered body wash was in a hotel room in Chennai. Tired from the journey I hit the bed and woke up to get to an event venue. I don't travel much so I tend to forget things, I had packed my toothbrush and everything but forgot the soap. I step into the bathroom to find these weird two bottles of liquid. I thought they were the same thing and maybe they kept two bottles for two days of the stay I had booked for. So the first day, I had used the shampoo to bathe myself, and only the next day I figured out that it was body wash. As I was following last week's warm-up exercise(of finding things in my house), my hand stumbled on a bottle of body wash that I had kept from a recent hospital visit. It is so funny that this small bottle of body wash is asked to wash the dirt of two people(patient+attender). I went out and brought a sop to use in the hospital. Since my wife didn't use the body wash either, she packed it home, because she paid for it. That's something my mom does in restaurants, carries the Peppermint Coated Fennel Saunf in tissues. And just like the Saunf in your mouth, you never know how much body wash is too much body wash. So I always end up using lesser, always thinking that anything which washes my body should come for more than 15 days. I don't know about you, but I have always imagined the lives of rich people and what would it look like. Would it be worlds away? Would it be more bright, since lower-middle-class homes can rarely see the horizon and so the sun rarely finds the need to visit them? My wife on the other hand comes from a family that wants to call itself middle class for the sake of humility but is not. Since my family has come a long way from sharing soaps and towels, I am beginning to understand body wash. Finally figured how much is good enough. Yet, there is this unexplainable guilt of spending too much money that could be fixed with a Lifeboy Soap. Does this make any sense?
DESCRIPTION: Handwritten text in white ink against a black background. Transcript and recording is provided to the right of the image.
SEE-SAW REFLECTIONS
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Depending on one’s location in social hierarchies, a prerequisite to earning anything in life is proving their precise social locations.
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WEEK 10
TOLD AND RETOLD
ARTIST JEISI AMAWASA
ARTISTIC RESPONSE
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DESCRIPTION: The image has drawings of a man shining a torch light onto a woman who is stitching a piece of cloth. There is also a woman who is mopping the floor. ‘Lights’, ‘Stitching’ and ‘Cleaning’ are written on the sides of the images and on the top of the image is the text ‘told’ and ‘retold’.
From the artist's note:
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“Hello
I recently attended a Rangapravesha ceremony...and in addition to the Chief Guest proclaiming to be an anti-vaxxer, everything felt ridiculous.
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The girl thanked everyone in her journey for a good 15 minutes.
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FIFTEEN MINUTES.
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And nowhere was the househelp at her guru’s house, the driver who got her in and out of practice for 20 years, the lights staff or auditorium staff ever mentioned.
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And the performance?
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Same one I’d seen twenty years ago at another event. Could grasp the same amount which makes me wonder,
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WHO WAS THAT GRAND PERFORMANCE EVEN FOR?
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<3 “Jeisi” “
SEE-SAW REFLECTIONS
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The structures provided to us to secure respect are necessarily exclusionary.
Depending on one’s location in social hierarchies, a prerequisite to earning anything in life is proving their precise social locations.
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WEEK 02
SCRIPTS OF MERIT
ARTIST LOKI
ARTISTIC RESPONSE
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DESCRIPTION: A long roll of billing paper with pencil doodles on both sides.
On one side: Doodles of how the Instagram account of a person looks like with posts about admission to new foreign university, healthy organic food, daily work routines of an artist, relief work related post, postpartum workout, travels of couples, new shoes purchased, road trip with best friends, Mother’s Day post, post about new work brewing and sunsets. All posts include likes and hashtags like the ones on social media platforms.
On another side: Doodles about episodes and conversations that happen in households teaching a girl child what to do and what not to do. These include how to be on when a girl has her period, the significance of rangoli design, the use religious symbols and superstition, the importance of marks and assumptions of intelligence, training given to children in classical arts, the flaunting of medal and trophies in the marriage bargain, discrimination in rules between a brother and a sister, the shopping of clothes and jewellery for performances and weddings, the assumptions about good looks, the pre-selection of the right groom for the girl child and the clock ticking and dictating a time to do each thing.
From the artist's note:
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“Merit is lonely.
Intelligence is body.
Access often an identity
And Privilege is blind.
A natural juxtaposition of the past and present occurs, intertwining memories of lived experiences and continuous performed reality. One that is deep, sunk beneath layers of skin and one which touches but with numbness as it bounces off in a hurry.
How does one live or unlive? How does one find oneself enmeshed in between the consumed and the consumer? “
SEE-SAW REFLECTIONS
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The social scripts that promise belonging, growth, progress and their inherent regulatory regimes...