spoiled fruit builds upon the relationships between the feminine, the social and the patriarchal. Within the context of an Indian Society, I engage in intimate and personal conversations with women in India, as they discuss the complex relationships they have with their own bodies.
This work stemmed from a conversation with my mother in Tamil, where I asked if blemished fruits were rotten; she replied, “They’re not spoiled, they’re just hurt.” This metaphor underpins this body of work, which include interviews and photographs of nude women in their safe spaces, including homes, dorms, hotels, or partners’ houses.
In an attempt to uncover the several layers of shame, guilt, and patriarchal pressures that are inherent to the lives of woman in India, I navigate the push and pull of concealing and revealing their identities, while creating a universal narrative of the female experience.
2020 - ongoing
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