I work in a way that has been natural to me since I was a child.
Visually, the process is similar to that of braille. Physically, I maintain contact at all times with two materials; one being the surface; the other is paint. My hands perform two roles simultaneously: the right applies paint on the surface while the left removes the applied paint. Often, a rag is used for the excess. A set of hand gestures and motions repeated in different sequences during a period of four to twelve hours at stretch, produce markings for a visual, visceral language.
From this surface of fact, between paint applied to suggest form and then removed to hint at the formless the aesthetic pulse of the work is detected.
I am the raw material I work with, within me is an abundance of vocabularies, some are inherited (coded in my genes) others have the potential of expanding through the use of the senses. As we begin to make sense of these vocabularies we begin to form languages. Five commonly known are the languages of sound, smell, taste, touch and sight. There are other subtler ones that need to be acknowledged: the language before language; the language of breath/air; the language of weight, that of bones, of the liquids in our bodies; and the languages that are constantly born of their variables. All of these produce an emotional charge and have psychological effect. This sensual orchestra plays live; its psychological recordings are measured in loss due to the format change into past tense.
Through the repetitive the meditative may be reached which works through vocabularies of form and the formless till harmony between opposites is recorded in the residue of this process. In a fine-tuned silence between the performer and the observer this conversation continues.
An intelligence that is aware of its own nature comes to realize its limitations. To see this clearly is liberating. It delivers into a space where knowledge is nonlinear and bears no opposite. This is a place of intimacy, of alchemy, of transformation.
Underneath the skin of languages opens a book, with unbound pages of light written in transparent ink.
Ayessha Quraishi . December 2012
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