Malashree Suvedi......मालश्री सुवेदी

Poet, writer, painter, textile artist, installation artist,  performance artist. Currently based in Vienna, from Kathmandu.


Poet, writer, painter, textile atist, installation artist, performance artist. 
Currently based in Vienna, from Kathmandu.



Retrospective to the I
distance, verb
Sometimes in the distance
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Retrospective to the I

2023, Multimodal, Textile, Painting, Installation, Poetry-Prose

Engaging in the I through a combination of journal entries, poetic writing, discussions of materiality, subjectivity and ontology, letters, short stories, memories, and art pieces. I situate myself in this great, complex world. In the end, I try to frame the I through the lens of care-related ontology, taking a leaf from post-humanistic and postcolonial feminism AND poetry. We must care if we are to be and become. The Retrospecitve functioned both as a thesis and as an exhibition. The question asked here is “Who gets to be the I?”

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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.

2022, Künstlerhaus, Vienna, Textile Installation

I feel distance like it’s a doing word, I feel distance within myself- between my past and my future and my present, most noticeably I feel distant from other people and other bodies. My work doesn’t focus on the loneliness of living as a singular human being but rather the juxtaposition that existence grants: we are all bound to each other (to human and non-human beings alike). Akin to the great networks of ocean that my works thematically play with, we are dissipated yet conjoined. We need each other, in a world threatened by climatic crises- we are still fallaciously and dangerously maintaining the illusion of complete, selfish individuality.

But then if we are incomprehensibly bound, why do I feel so lonely?