How did Bob Flanagan and Sheree Rose’s relationship orient, dis-orient and re-orient itself towards Bob Flanagan’s pain?
This is the Essay I submitted for the module ‘Frontiers of Performance’ in the academic year 2023 - 2024. My grades, feedback and reflection accompany it.
How do we build sustainable care practices for all parties involved during facilitations?: Exploring power dynamics between the facilitators, the participants and the institutions
This is the Essay I submitted for the module ‘Curating, Education and Research’ in the academic year 2023-2024. It reflects on the projects I had participated in as part of my industry experience in Semester 2. My grades, feedback and my reflections accompany it.
What kind of curator do I want to be?:The circular production of affective labour, dismantling/replicating the curatorial hierarchies.
This is the essay I submitted for the module 'Curating, Education, and Research’ in the Academic year 2023-2024. This report reflects on the project we collaborated on with Fine Art Students in Semester 1. My grades, feedback and reflections accompany the essay.
What would the death ritual be for an art object?: The fragment and the imagination completing the fragment
This is the essay I submitted for the module ‘Museums, Galleries, Exhibitions II’ in the Academic year 2023-2024. My grades, feedback and reflections accompany the essay.
At What Point Does One Euthanise An Art Object?: Constantly reconstructing the memory of art objects on life support
This is the essay I submitted for the module ‘Museums, Galleries, Exhibitions I’ in the Academic year 2023-2024. My grades, feedback and reflections accompany the essay.
Project Title: Translations/Interpretations
This is the Project proposal/Essay I submitted for the module Curating the Public Sphere in the academic year 2022-2023. My grades, feedback and reflections accompany it.
Project title: Translations/Interpretations
This is a PowerPoint I presented for a summative assessment for the module ‘Curating the Public Sphere’ in the Academic year 2022-2023. It is accompanied by the grades, feedback, and my reflections.
Am I “Urbanidad” enough?; The Making of a “Good Indian”: perpetuation of colonial practices
This is the Essay I submitted for the module ‘Modernities’ in the Academic year 2022-2023. It is accompanied by the grades, feedback, and my reflections.
Research File
This is the research file I submitted for the module ‘Beyond Boundaries’ in the academic year 2022-2023. It is accompanied by the grades, feedback, and my reflections.
Grace Ndiritu’s The Healing Pavilion and Jim Naughten’s Objects in Stereo: Exhibition Review
This is the Exhibition Review I submitted for the module ‘Seeing and Showing’ in the academic year 2022-2023. It contains the report, the grades, feedback and my reflections on the assessment and writing process.
Wellcome Collection: Archive Report
This is an Archive Report I submitted for the module ‘Seeing and Showing’ in the academic year 2022-2023. It contains the report, the grades, feedback and my reflections on the assessment and writing process.
You are not owed representation
“…You get from me what I am willing to give. The same applies for everyone. We get from them what they have the capacity to give. …”
Lost letters…
I have these moments. Single, sharp. They fill me up, wrap me tight, remind me that there is something there. Something almost akin to… joy. Something soft, peaceful. YES, THAT’S THE WORD! Peaceful.
University Application Portfolio
The portfolio I had made for my uni application. This portfolio was submitted to a combination of curatorial and art history courses in UK. I had received an offer from all of the courses. Well, apart from one, but that’s a different story.
Personal Statement
The personal statement I had submitted (and got in with) for a combination of BA courses in UK.
The way you intersect in my life
“… And then I learnt that people come and go, we are planets, we orbit around each other, and that’s okay.”
Medical Journals
On 4th of December 2022, while I was crying my eyes out on the bus making my way back to my halls from the Urgent care facility in Kings College London, I had come to the conclusion that I did not trust a medical professional in London. I was distraught enough to make the decision to not let them touch me, even if I were bleeding out to death.
I want you to know why.
(Un)healthy
The idea (and execution) of health is confusing at best, astoundingly ableist at worst.