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Kavitha
Pocket full of memories
Size: w 24 x h 31 x w 3.5
We are all happy to have money. We dream of making more of it, but somewhere in our minds we all know it is a materialistic quest. This used to be a jeans I wore a couple of years ago, when I first came to UK as a student. I bought it at a charity shop, and I'm fascinated how it even landed there in the first place. I imagine that the fabric could have been from India, the jeans manufactured in China, sold in America, and been to Europe on a summer holiday, where it was decided to be given away to charities in UK, only to be bought by me, and to become a painting in the end! My jeans pocket then, is perhaps not about holding money, but about my experiences living another persons life though the fabric.
Sunderland was cheaper
Size: w 24 x h 31 x d 3.5
I lived in Sunderland for a year before moving to Oxford. This pocket brings back memories of my student life, when life was lived on frugality and minimal resources, spending money only on the basic essentials. Living in a shared apartment, a weeks Tesco shopping would cost three of us girls about 10 pounds, and we would come back home to divide it by three to share the expenses. These pockets of mine have carried a £5 note for weeks without being spent! Looking back, Sunderland sure was cheaper to live in!
We all wear our monies
Size: w 28 x h 36 cms 2 cms
I am intrigued by how the high street shops sell expensive clothes in peak season and the same clothes are sold at throw away prices the very next season. The value of clothes then, lies not in its brand, making or quality, but by our perception of fashion. I wonder why I willingly pay more for it one season and less another. I have seen men throw away copper coins down the drain, without a knowledge that it could feed a family of four a proper meal back in some parts of India or Africa. These opposites have fascinated me so truly, and I love the fact that we cannot even notice the imbalances unless we remind ourselves of it!
Dawn of credit busters
Size: w 28 x h 36 cms d 2 cms
Recess was a happy word for me back in my school days. The unpleasant meaning we hear for the same word now, compels me to take myself back to my younger days, where I had other things like homework or play time as my priority. I wonder if it is selfish to use nostalgia to escape from reality. In my world, when I wake up, there is no such thing as an unhappy word afterall!
Wishing wells
Size: w 20 x h 25 cms
Just like anyone else, I wish for happiness and wealth. An interesting oxymoron I've observed is that we throw away money to wish for more of it. There's a custom in India, just as in many other parts of the world, that if money is thrown into a sacred pond, one can have their wish for wealth fulfilled! It makes me wonder why we cannot throw some happiness around us, to get back more of it. Afterall, happiness does have a come-back effect.
Size: w 24 x h 31 x w 3.5
We are all happy to have money. We dream of making more of it, but somewhere in our minds we all know it is a materialistic quest. This used to be a jeans I wore a couple of years ago, when I first came to UK as a student. I bought it at a charity shop, and I'm fascinated how it even landed there in the first place. I imagine that the fabric could have been from India, the jeans manufactured in China, sold in America, and been to Europe on a summer holiday, where it was decided to be given away to charities in UK, only to be bought by me, and to become a painting in the end! My jeans pocket then, is perhaps not about holding money, but about my experiences living another persons life though the fabric.
Sunderland was cheaper
Size: w 24 x h 31 x d 3.5
I lived in Sunderland for a year before moving to Oxford. This pocket brings back memories of my student life, when life was lived on frugality and minimal resources, spending money only on the basic essentials. Living in a shared apartment, a weeks Tesco shopping would cost three of us girls about 10 pounds, and we would come back home to divide it by three to share the expenses. These pockets of mine have carried a £5 note for weeks without being spent! Looking back, Sunderland sure was cheaper to live in!
We all wear our monies
Size: w 28 x h 36 cms 2 cms
I am intrigued by how the high street shops sell expensive clothes in peak season and the same clothes are sold at throw away prices the very next season. The value of clothes then, lies not in its brand, making or quality, but by our perception of fashion. I wonder why I willingly pay more for it one season and less another. I have seen men throw away copper coins down the drain, without a knowledge that it could feed a family of four a proper meal back in some parts of India or Africa. These opposites have fascinated me so truly, and I love the fact that we cannot even notice the imbalances unless we remind ourselves of it!
Dawn of credit busters
Size: w 28 x h 36 cms d 2 cms
Recess was a happy word for me back in my school days. The unpleasant meaning we hear for the same word now, compels me to take myself back to my younger days, where I had other things like homework or play time as my priority. I wonder if it is selfish to use nostalgia to escape from reality. In my world, when I wake up, there is no such thing as an unhappy word afterall!
Wishing wells
Size: w 20 x h 25 cms
Just like anyone else, I wish for happiness and wealth. An interesting oxymoron I've observed is that we throw away money to wish for more of it. There's a custom in India, just as in many other parts of the world, that if money is thrown into a sacred pond, one can have their wish for wealth fulfilled! It makes me wonder why we cannot throw some happiness around us, to get back more of it. Afterall, happiness does have a come-back effect.
