Moving to Geneve from India has been a roller coaster ride that pushed me to ponder on home, living space and all the places I lived at, until now.
I finished my schooling in 9 different schools, lived in 17+ odd places and I’m very comfortable to call each place as my home.
The journeys & shifting got to another level, when I worked with organization where I had to criss-cross states in India, living in hotels, guestrooms campuses for most of the time.
While moving places, I find an empty space to move in, live there for a while and leave the space empty when I move out. In the constant journey of filling the empty spaces and leaving the spaces empty, I continuously wonder on how we fill the space and what do we fill with.
In contemplation of empty spaces, Post card has become my space to explore and express through colors and forms. Postcard is an empty space, that travels but does not have single destination. So seems to be our lives.
Over the span of a month, people I met here and the journeys I have taken with them resembled a flow in my life, which arrived as naturally as the subtle currents of Lac Geneva,
as beautiful as the rivers merge at La Jonction, and as mysterious as the hues one can witness on the alps over a cloudy evening, sauntering in the cool waters.
Exploring the Empty Spaces, I choose to flow like Maaya Nadhi (Mystic River), so familiar itseems yet mysterious it stays in my life.

What’s empty space to you?

What’s Maya Nadhi (Mystic River) in your home language?