
We the Fuel
We the Fuel | 2011 9 framed photographs, tape residue (210 x 180 cm) A collage made with treated film posters and dental X-rays Premonition, Experimenter Gallery, Kolkata (2011); Helsinki Photography Biennale, Finland (2014)
‘Practice’ is the daily ‘work’ (verb) of art. It represents the sum of all moves—practical, conceptual, affective, cognitive, philosophical, analytical, and aesthetic—that occupy or de-occupy the state of our triangulation at any given moment. Contingent by nature, this practice shifts shape, surprising itself as much as it surprises others. Like a mycelial inhabitation—indeterminate and unbounded—it keeps expanding.
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We the Fuel | 2011 9 framed photographs, tape residue (210 x 180 cm) A collage made with treated film posters and dental X-rays Premonition, Experimenter Gallery, Kolkata (2011); Helsinki Photography Biennale, Finland (2014)
Whenever the Heart Skips a Beat is an animation presenting a clock-face with changing word couplings – instead of numbers – in order to reference the passing of hours.
36 Planes of Emotions extends the palette of emotions to include states of collective potential.
To survive on love and fresh air is to thrive on next to nothing. Accordingly, this image bottles the two things that are precious but impossible to sell—love and fresh air.
Three volunteers tell three stories. The surface underneath them is in a state of permanent revolution.
The Communist Latento is an image/text series that features photographs of found minimalist hand-drawn signage on transparent surfaces (mainly arrows and direction markers) annotated by a set of terse statements by Raqs.
Seven frames stand in for the seven days of the week. Each frame contains an assemblage of suspended objects.
On Earth as in HeavenShown at: Ballard Estate, Religare Arts Initiative, Atmaram Mansion, Scindia House Connaught Circus (2010) Découpé acylic stack, using transparent, translucent and acid orange sheets. Placed on mound with astro-grass covered stepsDimensions, 3 feet x 4 feet; 310cm x 91 cm x 155 cm (at highest point) On Earth As in Heaven […]
The clock’s hands measure the stations of the hours, while human hands play their own game of silhouettes, closing in on the hour of fear only to then open out on the moment of ecstasy, as if protecting Time from its own devices.
The installation uses found poetry and accidental discoveries in archives and takes the form of a playful gesture of appreciation of the labour of the archivist.
One thousand four hundred and forty crystal perspex tubes, some square, some circular, some hexagonal, sit tightly packed in what looks like an transparent empty clock set on a plinth.
used transparencies of mechanical drawing encased in plexiglass sheets, the clouded light of dawn and the rudimentary text of the screenplay of an imaginary film sequence to speak of the quotidian battle between love and time, fought over the delicate terms of the silent departure of a man from his lover’s bed.
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