Transformative/Anastomosing-architecture
The Empty Chair (wip)
In 2019, I returned to my family home. It was familiar and unfamiliar. The walls were the same, the smell of Indian food but the objects that once pre-occupied my attention had fallen to the background of my perceptive field.
A series of objects rose to the surface, almost demanding to be seen.
Among them was a chair, this object took its first breathe and which each inhale the presence of its absence grew. It was a chair filled with absence, the absence of someone who once sat there. This paradox struck me: the fullness of the chair was revealed only by its emptiness. By no means an eternal state but a state of change, simmering. Akin to a fictitious “unfinished” sculpture of a figure, partially emerging and partially entombed in stone.
This collision birthed a thought, I wondered then—do we all have an empty chair in our lives?!
This piece belongs to a larger story and production and it depict moments on the verge of change and reflect a larger scope of time. Specfically reflecting Racism and class trouble in Post Colonial India.