ABSTRACT
My sustained preoccupation with water in Delhi resulted in ‘Yamuna Walk’ and ‘I Was Not Waving But Drowning’, both executed on or around the same site on the western Yamuna bank, which forms the basis of my diverse practice leading to questions of distribution, regulation, commodification, and pollution. Over the years, I have attempted to explore the river bank’s physical, historical, spiritual, and political significance in relation to the population it sustains. Attempting the political through the poetical, my attempt is to understand water as a repository of history, meaning and myth: the way I perceive it, feel it, drink it, swim in it, and sink in it, or will drown in it.
