I’m not new to blogging, I made my first blog in 2013 and have been consistent ( only occasionally cut off) since 2013 – though I was never comfortable in sharing my blog with friends and family except for the ones at home and the ‘rest of the world’ who didn’t know me. I have been writing consistently for publications, national and a few international later on but in the ‘blog-situation’ the unknown, across continents and exchanging ideas and life with minds that connected …was/is beautiful – and that was enough – I still have those blogs running around.
This new blog that I’m ready to share with anyone and everyone comes out of a certain urgency: to trace and collect pieces, madness, joy and the dilemmas of art around me – to question ‘is there anything that is not art?’ – specially in the South Asian context and global if I’m somewhere else. I’m a contemporary visual artist based in Lahore, Pakistan who was followed by research like an obsessed lover in running shoes – so obviously I gave in – and research has become the ‘curious-cat-nine-lives’ core of my practice… it gives roads and digs holes to/for my curiosity.
I am currently a lecturer at The National College of Arts, Lahore in the department of Cultural Studies, teaching both Mphil and undergraduate courses. I’ve been a practitioner since 2006 but intentionally and fortunately not lobbied – I stand for alternate spaces, fluctuating contexts and an independent, eclectic voice: polite, indifferent, concerned and dangerously courageous.
what people say…
Bagh-e-Bahisht Se Mujhe Hukam-e-Safar Diya Tha Kyun
Kaar-e-Jahan Daraz Hai, Ab Mera Intizar Kar
Why did You order me to quit the Garden of Eden?—
Now there is much to be done here—so just wait for me!
“I discovered the secret of the sea in meditation upon a dewdrop.”
— Khalil Gibran
“Call me not wise unless you call all men wise. A young fruit am I, still clinging to the branch and it was only yesterday that I was a blossom. And call none among you foolish for we are neither wise nor foolish. We are green leaves upon the tree of life and surely life itself if beyond wisdom and surely beyond foolishness.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Garden of The Prophet