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Manarsuzhal (The voyage of sand)

Like many others, I am a traveler in search of home. But this search soon became a paradox—a space between the built and the natural, between presence and absence, between moments that linger in the shadows or on the periphery of everyday life.


My nomadic journey across Tamil Nadu, traveling with a theater troupe, tracing cultural roots, and listening to the echoes of landscape has shaped my understanding of home. It is not a fixed place but an experience, woven through land, people, and belief.


Each fragment of this journey tells a story of fleeting beauty, reminding me that even in ceaseless movement, there is meaning, art, and a sense of belonging. It invites you to see art in impermanence, to find harmony in the restless beauty of becoming. Born from my own restlessness, my work carries within it a part of me like a sand dune, where the grains never settle, always shifting, always transforming.

Manarsuzhal (The voyage of sand)

Like many others, I am a traveler in search of home. But this search soon became a paradox—a space between the built and the natural, between presence and absence, between moments that linger in the shadows or on the periphery of everyday life.


My nomadic journey across Tamil Nadu, traveling with a theater troupe, tracing cultural roots, and listening to the echoes of landscape has shaped my understanding of home. It is not a fixed place but an experience, woven through land, people, and belief.


Each fragment of this journey tells a story of fleeting beauty, reminding me that even in ceaseless movement, there is meaning, art, and a sense of belonging. It invites you to see art in impermanence, to find harmony in the restless beauty of becoming. Born from my own restlessness, my work carries within it a part of me like a sand dune, where the grains never settle, always shifting, always transforming.