Sculpting a hybrid scene

I always had a reverence for those fluid mythological mirrors –the cosmic girl, her words made flesh, the self-‘othering’,the bickering between the new and the almost-forgottenfor the “I’m sorry……you feel threatened by my presenceand bewildered by my absence”The message – once uncannily cryptic, embedding itselfin the adamant lucidity of the conspicuous,now – in your face,Continue reading “Sculpting a hybrid scene”

May Queen

I shut my eyes and let her caress mewith her veils, scents, and many voicesthat touch me in moonlight-tinted spaces;a mother figure, playful yet collected-forgiving minor sins, sighs, disguises,the slight disturbances of extinguished raptures,in a glimpse of purity,in my unknown gestures of kindness –towards myself and others – she sawa potential for lightnessShe rewards theContinue reading “May Queen”

Nausea

When the whole world is drenchedin performative glue,you feel everything’s taintedstill, you want your mind re-paintedso you can try to pursuethe myth that it’s all about perspective:treat it like a tool or an ordeal, right?it doesn’t always hold up, especially at nightwhen you try to untwineyour hair and your spinewhen one insightcan incite a riotContinue reading “Nausea”

Dead Ringers (1988): A Psychoanalytic Reading

Let’s celebrate David Cronenberg’s birthday by immersing ourselves in the uncanny, gruesome, and occasionally dreamlike psychological horror universe of Dead Ringers (1988). As the master of the Body Horror genre, Cronenberg always intertwines physical collapse with psychological disintegration in a way that unsettles the psyche. All of this is simultaneous with the unfolding of hisContinue reading “Dead Ringers (1988): A Psychoanalytic Reading”

Derealisation & Freud’s Uncanny experience

In everyday life, the Uncanny tends to be linked with a sense of unreality that is characterised by a shift in the subject’s self-image, a perception of the self as ‘the other’, an alienation from one’s identity and sense of self, as well as from the nature of reality. Freud points out two sources forContinue reading “Derealisation & Freud’s Uncanny experience”

A glimpse into the mind of Louise Bourgeois: art & psychoanalysis

Louise Bourgeois viewed art as an alternative form of psychoanalysis, an unravelling of the psyche, as it is based on exploring unconscious associations. Currently on display at Hayward Gallery, in London, The Woven Child exhibition features sculptures that explore ambivalent mental states, past selves, ghostly memories, and physical and emotional pain, as well as artContinue reading “A glimpse into the mind of Louise Bourgeois: art & psychoanalysis”

New Year, New Answers to The Proust Questionnaire

Here I go again, unfolding in Proustian style in my relentless pursuit of self-knowledge and exploration of psychic patterns and cognitive shifts. With an almost masochistic pleasure to dissect the mind, peel off layers that only I’m allowed to touch, and assimilate phantoms, the self gazes into self in a way that no one elseContinue reading “New Year, New Answers to The Proust Questionnaire”

Rite of passage

the texture of hell can seep through a broken mind,but its lingering echoes will leave a marklooking ahead, I see parks filled with disease,a small, kaleidoscopic winter coat wrapped arounda phantasmal presence that screams:I am Home- I am a haunted homewhere it rains. her hand reaches out towipe the morning dewoff a snowdrop lostin theContinue reading “Rite of passage”

Art is heightened life

I’m convinced that, at some point, everyone has left the cinema or an art show feeling more whimsical than usual, or perhaps wiser, or revitalised. What I would like to know is how many times you have been moved, truly moved- on a soul level, by a film, a painting, an art installation. After watchingContinue reading “Art is heightened life”

A confession

Here is an apparently condemnable confession for a woman: I always, always, always do exactly what I want to do. It’s one of my defining characteristics – as unchanging and relentless as my regenerative strength and perceptive and intuitive nature. I take the lead and control my world. What does that imply? I can’t beContinue reading “A confession”