Nilofeur, tucked away in her small subletted studio apartment in Philadelphia, surrounds herself with objects and symbols that both hearken back to her previous life and take on a new life with her here in America. Some are newly discovered and some stole away from home back in Delhi. Each item weighs heavy with remembrances, each provides a new pathway into her memories and thoughts, each invites deeper investigation.
For example:
How far can a spice box take you?How could one delineate a path through smell. How would a whiff remind you of some place far away, something that you loved or something that got stuck in your mind.
How would you reconstruct/deconstruct it. Would there be an image/ a broken string of words that would mean/feel something like that fleeting whiff?
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