We all belong here.

When moving schools, suburbs, sports clubs, and being placed into a completely new environment, it can take time to figure things out on how to move forward and that everything is falling apart, however with time we realise that we have everything we need and everything was just waiting to align and fall into place for us. The Paradox of Purpose
Perhaps a directionless existence indeed, however simply temporarily,
Like the struggle that remains until one’s character is finally changed,
Until the right door is found and the keys are correctly rearranged,
And everything is back once again to how it was originally placed

My art frames the visual aesthetics around the words “sorry for disturbing” because loneliness feels like not wanting to reach out for fear of annoying others. Especially as an international student, when I moved countries it felt like standing on a cliff – as depicted by the cliffs on the right. Moreover, the brown figures are supposed to be humans [below the word ‘disturbing], but there are people disconnected from the one person [left].

In the liminal space between conscious and unconscious, I think of the wind. The air. They are everywhere but nowhere, just like me. Forever doomed to be stateless in the sky, suspended between countries, I belong to neither and both. On land, there are always questions. Always the ardour of translation, from the flat staccato of the Australian accent of my surroundings, to the soft aspirations of Hindi, my mother-tongue, transformed into my choppy spoken English. Each explanation of my relocation feels like a border, two boundaries that I am hopelessly caught in between.

Alone between these two barricades, unable to find true connection.

It was a dream I had
In between mountains
I feel held and grateful to exist
Pink mountains are glorious
Enjoy the moments of loneliness.