Tuesday, September 15, 2020 - 8:55pm
Family friends playing traditional Arabic instruments at my grandparents’ wedding in Beirut, Lebanon (1972)

I tend to see myself in the art I consume. It’s not my intention to make things about myself, but the ambiguity of art forces me to explore deeper within. Any room left for interpretation becomes a mirror of my experiences — a window into my story. I apply what I know to what I see, and soon enough, I see myself. 


Wednesday, January 8, 2020 - 10:31pm

For much of my life, my identity as a woman of color was rooted in embarrassment. I hid my weekend activities, which were always Carnatic music class, Bharatanatyam class, and Bala Vihar (study of Hindu scriptures). Instead, I would highlight that I had soccer practice and western piano class.