Eid-Gha
pine. stainless steel. two ft



As early as the sun, we washed
dressed as our mothers wanted 

the new smell of cotton
hundreds on the streets
bowing like the fresh notes
to Allah we prayed

bare feet on wool, the geometry of Makkah
the soft grass so delicate
so dark but the awakening of rose water
warm water and chaos to be cleaned
back in school, we lined up

with faith we pierced the ground
allowed the line of light
to sing  our soul

Ears
jewellery. thai-gold



My mother’s brother
squinted.

fat and fair, showered in gold
his gift from head to toe
in Arabic scripture

with colour came demons
stolen, sold, taken

nights of fear and an empty liver
she did not trust 

but now she has it forever
hung from a porcelin wall

Plaster cast light design,
with an aluminum surface.
two ft 

Space
Concrete. one ft



Ascending upon request
milk in glass
some sweet mushrooms with 
fresh spring sprouts
days of mist and night of stars
two boxes
one selflessness
one with meals

both with silence
looking down to cold rocks
the wild boars marked their way
at sight we could only watch clouds
while the whales flew

The room
pine. stainless steel. one ft



At last I captured
the time of hair and its strength
the time of seasons
through that window appeared all Gods
the shivering cold floors
but sat tight
when in summer we hung bracelets of yarn
the rotting walls of shine

it was us and steel
the hail and tears

Sugar
Concrete. eight inch



Every dusk a grain of sugar-rock
hidden beneath her pillow
children chewing, adults shaming

her favourite grandson
with her muslin, she wiped 

Plaster casting, neagtive space using clay. An appreance of play of a small candle light higlights the raw properties of casting.

Trees of Love
pine. stainless steel. one ft




My fat mother sweating her pain
her blue veins all bulged
from carriages to walking
carrying a pile
we rested hugging the leaves
it’s 3 pm now
too hot, too thristy
she wipes her tears with her saari
she shares not to worry
she shares if we were
unlucky

Red
Concrete. one ft




It was cracked but cold
so we both sat
we stare at the water, or
does it stare at us
we think
we laugh
the pile of clothes as green as the leaves
the candy so sweet
sweet sun, bathing in sweat
she almost stole the pile

Skin
pine. stainless steel. nine inch




Carrying the “wrong” skin
while they conquer
remain illiterate but invaluble

so here it is
use the teeth
scrape my skin 
scrape your skin  

lets walk on our hearts and soul
freeing our inner flesh

Timber light design in collaboration with Juwan Palmer. This design is inspired by the shape of water and its waves. A plywood surface CNC’ed to reveal the inner wave like texture of the wood. The surface was later glued together and sliced in allignment of the wave like forms for light to seep through.

Paan
Concrete. nine inch




The river brought leaves
fresh leaves of rocks
plaster with maroon cream
five times a day
crimson filled mouth
dusty pure silver hands

a warm baby between pillows
filled cheeks
sound of grinding grains
sound of chewing

Weight
pine. stainless steel. eight inch




So heavy through breeze
torn streched silk

closed at both doors
a tunnel of  nutrients
at birth they chopped
the angels on sides
their noticeable arrival
only to pick green berries

A plaster project with the desire of giving a second life to abandoned small vintage pottery. Each piece bears a fluid form and a particular function.

 

Lineage
Concrete. 

From soft to hearts
from wealth to buried gold
from name to honour

giving and hearing in motion
motion of falling
falling with drops
drops aggressively melting
melting and hardening
hardened souls
souls of greed

the child parts in two
with light it’s warmed 
it melts into forms
it forms back as one