Poet, writer, painter, textile atist, installation artist, performance artist.
Currently based in Vienna, from Kathmandu.
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It’s this tree you see that grows out of me
it lets me devote my life to it, it congeals
it reveals &
like paint coagulated
it seals
And I devote my life to it
I name it
Anxiety
Sadness
Regret
I name it
Inspiration
Happiness
Love
It hears my calls on brighter days
It ignores my calls today
I begin to trill
(And I am shrill)
it’s the trill of dissipation into another thing
can I not enter into a time I do not want to revisit
can I not be burdened by own past
But
the tree does what it does.
I enter into a time I do not wish to revisit
Kandinskian faces, fragmented by memory
arrive in my head like gallery goers.
lonely wolves, they stop at every image
I see my own section fill with others
Cut to present
Cut, come back- the same Kandinskian outlines
come back
Like brush strokes that repeat themselves
Like phone call that sound the same
what is this tree that grows out of me
spaces between spaces between spaces
it is everything. yeah-