Performance Art

With performance, what is it that lingers? What is it that travels forward across time? That jolt to the senses, that jolt to the heart and mind.

The Salt that Came to Tea
Performance for video; Karachi (February 2016) 

Isn’t performance a kind of architecture? We sketch routes, portals and edifices with our selves. Oh, to manifest a truly sensitive human hand! A respectful approach to space and ecology... The Salt that Came to Tea is a reflection on the casualness of human inhabitance; how innocuous intent can appear to be. The percussive accompaniment was played on a construction labourer's iron all-purpose bowl.

Carte Blanche
Dreamscape; Amin Gulgee Gallery, Karachi (December 2014) 

On the surface, Carte Blanche is the simple act of a mime artist mirroring visitors, especially anyone who engages directly with the performer. The result is a variety of surreal, often humorous interactions that invoke both the familiar and literal meanings of the phrase (‘freedom to act’ and ‘blank slate’). Below the surface, it is about the possibility and necessity of writing (and rewriting) over the self—as a means of compassionate identification with the other and, equally importantly, engagement with the unity of the universe.

(Left) Carte Blanche responding to Joshinder Chaggar's Autumn Leaves
(Below) Interacting with a visitor

Motes in a Sunbeam (Beyond a Vacuum)
Play! The Sixth IVS Alumni Show; IVS Gallery, Karachi (January 2014)

Play is a form of sleep; it lets you dream and, in the dreaming, discover. Therein lies theatre's magic: It vitalises our dreams and nightmares. Temporal and physical immediacy propel both viewers and participants into a state of discovery. And once something is known…it might be forgotten or even unrealised—but never unknown.

In Motes in a Sunbeam (Beyond a Vacuum), all conversations that evening were in song; an experiment in what the process instigated within me and those being conversed with. Some attendees were awkward and confused. Others were amused and tried singing back—sometimes leading to an entire group spontaneously conversing in song. Not only did our sentence structures change, so did our thoughts…

Motes are the specks that float invisibly around us; sometimes, they are illuminated and dance together. In letting themselves be seen, they break free