Celebration
The Celebration series looks back at my immigration journey that spanned over a decade since I was 18. On each of the paintings in this series, I wrote the name of one of the many immigrations forms I had to fill out. The names are always a random mix of letters and numbers like 1040-A or I-120A, which were often intimidating codes impossible to understand.
The colors on each painting coincides with an outfit my mother wore during a celebration I missed at home in Kathmandu. I printed out photos of my mom sent from home as my color references.
Overall, the Celebration series celebrates the end to a grueling immigration process while acknowledging having sacrificed the most valuable thing in life
-my time with family - so many pujas, jatras, purnimas, birthdays, Dashains, Tihars missed.
Often the immigration process is a source of shame for immigrants, and they often don’t talk about it. I imagine a time when immigrants will be celebrated, and the immigration journey becomes something to celebrate.
Home, too.
Inspired by my Home series, I have been painting these lettering patterns doing them again and again to make them balanced without any measurements or guidelines. The symmetry simply depends on the precision of my brush strokes and I regulate my breath to achieve this.
The paper I’m painting these on is very special to me. I brought them from Nepal from a paper store in the old part of Kathmandu where my dad grew up. The roads aren’t wide enough for cars so me and my dad went on his motorbike and carried the roles of paper on the back of the bike.
A bit of a scary ride back home but my dad supported me on this venture and it was special trip we made. It was really worth it especially given that I haven’t been able to see my dad for a year and a half due to COVID.
I have a limited stack of this paper and I know I won’t always get this paper the same way forever. I am thinking about how this piece came to be and the journey it took. Of course, I’m thinking of home some more and the objects I collected with my father.
Home
When the crisis began and people began to realize they would be stuck indoors for a long time, everybody wanted to be home.For me, flying back to Nepal to my parents’ place didn’t feel like a good option because I wasn’t sure if I would be able to come back as I assumed the travel restrictions would only grow.
Right now, I miss home. I want to be surrounded by the comfort of home when the world feels like it is ending.
In my painting series Home, I repeatedly paint the first letter of the Nepali alphabet Against blue backgrounds. Blue feels calming to me and it is also the color of the sky everywhere in the world. I believe that we are all in this together; all of us want to be home.
Unlike most of my paintings, I did not paint a word or phrase as Im finding it hard to come up with a message or a mantra during these turbulent times.
So I turned to writing the same letter over and over again with as much precision as I could. To paint each letter I held my breathe at the same points every time to get an even pressure on certain parts of the letter and this process became a meditation.
Repetition took the feeling of uncertainty away and welcomed a feeling of familiar comfort...just like home.