As an artist, I reconstruct the newspaper as an archival
record, a meticulous, cumulative map of our history, knowledge, and shared struggles. Using the meditative precision of pen and ink, I explore the newspaper in all its forms: a single flat sheet, a scrambled fragment, or a folded vessel. These represent how we store, shatter, or preserve our heritage.
However in my childhood memory, I observed local vendors, those selling fruits, flowers and other things, who used these
“historical records” as humble, functional tools. To the world, the news is monumental; to the vendor, it is merely a disposable plate. He has nothing to do with the headlines; he will
slice a vibrant, bleeding fruit or wrap a fragrant gajra over a world-changing event without ever reading it.