Throughlines

Through history, through science, through trauma, through memory, our bodies are etched with the lines of our stories.

When I immigrated from Ahmednagar, India to the US 30 years ago, my X-rays were stuffed into my suitcase in case of future medical emergencies. Finding them decades later is like finding my body buried beneath layers of silence. Just like an X-ray reveals the unseen architecture of a body; a story can unearth the shifting language of our experiences. Stitch by stitch, bead by bead, I want to expand and extend the image of bones and organs into a narrative space. My longing is to delve into the intricacy, color, texture, and the singular nature of the body to uncover identity. The door is open, I am saying, come inside, sit with me, talk to me, see with me, gather with me.