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
The cycle of life revolves around birth, death, and eventual liberation from mortality to immortality. All forms of life depict the universal truth of continuation, existence, and exaltation.
Ouroboros, Grid of 84 archival self-portrait prints, 10 × 10 inch (each), 2021
Grid of 84 archival prints of self-portraits, of 10×10 inch. The cycle of life revolves around birth, death and the eventual liberation from mortality to immortality. All forms of life depict the universal truth of continuation of life, existence and exaltation. This concept has always made me curious and I have attempted to understand it in my earlier series of work as well.
The Ouroboros — the serpent devouring its own tail — is one of the oldest symbols of cyclical existence. In this work, the self-portrait becomes a vehicle for exploring how identity, like the Ouroboros, is never fixed but constantly consumed and regenerated.
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