Naked Relief
Where the sun shines on the crevices of her skin, where the neck curves into a bent, where the nape witnesses the tying of the beni, where those fingers once touched the tenderness of another soul, where the henna reminds of the words, temporarily inscribed in memories — that's where the language of gestures begin and end.
This series is a story of many things, carved in the little folds & turns of the human body.
“Addiction has its own mnemonics — skin, smell, the length of the loved ones’ fingers.
It had to do with the way she lived, in the country of her own skin.” - Arundhati Roy
