thinking about
self-care
in a rainy city shirin choudhary
i want to make art for myself
i want to share art for myself
i want to buy art for myself
what does it mean to explore a city on your own? what does it mean to travel alone? how do i strike a balance between talking to people around me enough not to feel lonely and still creatig a space that is just mine and i allow myself to do what i want? what are my priorities in a new space? am i exploring spaces outside my comfort zone enough? or have i reached a certain comfort zone beyond which i do not really wish to go? am i allowing myself to get lost enough? am i allowing myself freedom?
thinking about ownership of space by brown bodies in a city that built itself with our bones
i am in hyde park, sometimes there is sun and sometimes not, here i can loiter in peace
i walk across the bridge everyday and i am not alone in this.