“ Dear Mother/ Daughter, Friend, Beloved, Fellow Worker
I see you haven’t rested
It’s been long , get some sleep, for your eyes are drowning in pearls of majestic power yet to be freed.
I see lots of waste, all day all night,
It’s like a mystical house of waste reeling mechanism, by men or mannequin acting like men….
We are cleaners, by day and by night,
We feed ourselves on excess and waste that shouldn’t go to waste.
About the writer: BabyG
I am an artist, story-teller and writer based out of Kolkata. My research interest is at the threshold of affect studies and feminist studies; with a deeper look into minoritarian performance, and performative writing. I curate and experiment with other artists and develop promenade performances for the public sphere. I believe, the climate crisis like any other crisis as a result of exploitative systemic operations, can be confronted through creative expressions and labour of art. I am hopeful, one day, it is through these intensified moments of art and life that we will finally become aware of our life choices and how much we owe to nature.
Gmail: boo.96aditi@gmail.com