Poet, writer, painter, textile atist, installation artist, performance artist.
Currently based in Vienna, from Kathmandu.
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Sieve---through
2023, Künstlerhaus, Vienna, Textile, Woodwork, Light
Through Sieve---through, the divisions between the real artist, Rekha B, who is imagined, and the other artist, who is not imagined, begin to crumble…like dirt. The bed-frame is constructed in collaboration with Rekha, you know the imagined one?-- an 80 year old famous artist, who lives somewhere in the hills of Nepal like a recluse. The upper deck is woven by Rekha, her old body still strong enough to create taut nylon intersections.The bottom deck, woven by the credited artist (MS), becomes a conduit…I want to grow I want to grow, it says. Yet, there is space for dirt, mud-a simple metaphor for foundation, earth, home, belonging- to sieve through. And so it does, the bed was inaugurated somewhere else, it has already been used as a sieve, now there is more dirt here, and now the shadows of these woven pieces interact with each other. It is always on MS’ mind: the various knots that create us, the various narratives that individuals hold, how we look at people through prisms.
Through Sieve---through, the divisions between the real artist, Rekha B, who is imagined, and the other artist, who is not imagined, begin to crumble…like dirt. The bed-frame is constructed in collaboration with Rekha, you know the imagined one?-- an 80 year old famous artist, who lives somewhere in the hills of Nepal like a recluse. The upper deck is woven by Rekha, her old body still strong enough to create taut nylon intersections.The bottom deck, woven by the credited artist (MS), becomes a conduit…I want to grow I want to grow, it says. Yet, there is space for dirt, mud-a simple metaphor for foundation, earth, home, belonging- to sieve through. And so it does, the bed was inaugurated somewhere else, it has already been used as a sieve, now there is more dirt here, and now the shadows of these woven pieces interact with each other. It is always on MS’ mind: the various knots that create us, the various narratives that individuals hold, how we look at people through prisms.
