On sculpture

Separation of Identity from Self

I am not my body, thought or action. I am the outcome when my body with a borrowed thought makes a certain action in a particular circumstance in a definite time. It is this interrelationship and interconnectedness that is 'the unseen formless'. So much so that we are not just our own being, we are also our surroundings. I won’t be me in another’s house, with another’s spouse, in another’s clothes, eating another’s meals.

Also, I am the other woman, that man, that child, that dog, if I empathise with their being, if I feel what they feel- I become everyone, I become everything! I am that house, that potted plant, that caged bird, that baked cake and that mountain.


In an increasingly educated, systemic, cultivated, developed, known, shared, reappropriated, recontextualised and rewritten history of the world, a certain form of homogenisation has crept in. Where we speak the same language, think the same thoughts, want the same good life and still identify as individuals with agency.

What does it say about us who guilelessly imbibes the cultures they are exposed to viscerally? How does one seize authority and know what will be liked? Do the tastemakers know me better than myself? Am I even autonomous? Can I bring myself to make something against my cultivated identity? I wish to be disenchanted by this aura consuming me. By separating objects/ideas of our identification, I hope to metaphorically annihilate them and be left with a solid sense of self, standing beside the collective.