This instalation is a collaboration work done by me and my friend Manupriya Shrestha. In a one-week project in college, where we had to make an installation artwork with ‘quantity’or ‘repetation’ a prime element,we choose the shape circle and yarn as our repeating elements. We made a yin yang in this installation with old black and white pictures of different stages of people’s lives, ranging from casual walk on the streets to grand award ceremonies, hanging to the circles of the yin and yang representing the huge range of grey areas in life. The shape circle is somehow always linked with the idea of life and the world. The pictures belonged to Manupriya’s late grandfather.
Nothing is ever stark white or jet black. There is always some black in our happiness and white in our misery. This is what the installation represents. The balance between the good and the bad, not just in peak moments but also in daily life of every individual.
I chose to take pictures of the things that were left behind after the earthquake. I believe that even the simplest things around the household held some kind of story. All these objects in my pictures are a part of a bigger story, a story of a society, a family and an individual.
The purpose of my project is not to show the physical damages or statistics of any sort. my intention is to show the emotional damage done on the people through the broken and abandoned objects that they once used.
My heart skipped a beat when i saw a little boy slip from what looked like a cliff. I ran towards the cliff to see what was going on. To my surprise, the cliff was covered with fluffy, loose soil and there were not one but two little boys sliding down the cliff. It took me a moment to realise that the children were actually giggling!
I watched as the children slid down the cliff, then grab a handful of stray grass then clumsily climb up the cliff and do it all over again, giggling the whole time. I asked them for their names and one of the boys said his friend was Suresh and he was Balloon!
I noticed that the foot of the cliff was filled with bricks, pieces of wood and all kinds of other things. It was clear that the townsmen had dumped the rubble that had been accumulated after the earthquake in this area.
Its amazing how the little children managed to find joy in a heap of rubble… literally! I cannot think of a better sign of Nepal moving on and ‘rising’ back up.
Salute to these little geniuses and their brilliant brains.