Braiding the Memories
“It is an ode to the grandmothers and the mothers, the soft conversations that have stayed with me while removing the entangled hair, they shifted...
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Seema Kohli
Seema Kohli
A meditation on the universal creative force — the idea that everything belongs to and flows from a singular primordial intelligence that permeates all matter, all time, all space.
Sarva Kalvitam Maya, Mixed media on canvas, 2020
Breathe, I say to myself, approaching the studio, for breath can no longer be taken for granted, not any more, not when the oxygen has fled from our lungs, not when our insides have been colonized by an alien being. Inhale. Exhale. Be aware. Breathe.
Sarva Kalvitam Maya — all is illusion, all is transformation. This work was born in a period of stillness forced upon the world, a time when the body became hyper-aware of its own fragility. The studio became a sanctuary for reckoning with impermanence, with the breath as both subject and medium.
Each piece in this series is a meditation on the thin membrane between presence and absence, between the seen and the unseen forces that animate life.
“It is an ode to the grandmothers and the mothers, the soft conversations that have stayed with me while removing the entangled hair, they shifted...
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The Body and Its Worlds—Inner or Outer is an exploration of the layered consciousness, using dual tones to bridge the visible world with the invisible...
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Breathe, I say to myself, approaching the studio, for breath can no longer be taken for granted, not any more, not when the oxygen has...
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In my memory, my paternal aunt or bua, was the one who introduced us to a lot of our own personal oral history about our...
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“I am everywhere”everything is in my womb,I expand in every thoughtEvery time I contractThe expansion is volcanicEvery time you believe I Am NotI create a...
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I believe that there first existed a womb through which everything came to be created, which I call the golden womb or the ‘Hiranyagarbha’. This...
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Narrative Performance by Seema Kohli I move in a circular motion, Like time As does life and death itself Energy passing from one space to...
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