

This work unfurls in horizontal bands like pages of a private diary, where domestic laundry, branded T‑shirts, and women’s ornaments are arranged with the calm exactness of an archive. Against a near-white ground, soft washes and crisp outlines make each object feel simultaneously tender and catalogued, suggesting how identity is assembled from what we wear, keep, and display. Faces and bodies appear in fragments—heads, torsos, then a procession of sari-clad figures—so that personhood emerges as a composite of roles: consumer, caretaker, devotee, companion. The rhythm of repetition becomes a quiet social critique, tracing the passage from intimate everyday life to public performance, and asking where individuality ends and inherited codes begin.







