When I look at varied human constructions, I do not just see buildings of bricks and cement, I rather look at them as witnesses of various emotions and memories of the place and the people it belongs to, carrying the essence of its surroundings. In this way, architecture becomes unavoidable to me. I try to capture these abstract emotions and memories in my work. These old architectures, which are at the edge of oblivion, find a permanent place when captured in ceramic and fired. Each work therefore belongs to a specific site and thus changes with every site, becoming an entity in itself, almost like a local person of a village or city who gives a first hand, 'insider-gaze' testimony of all the memories and emotions it holds within itself. With my work, I strive to teleport the viewers to the time when they visited or lived in a similar surrounding. I want them to somehow resonate with my work and recollect the memories of the times, good or bad, gone by.

During my recent residency in China, I had also started working on broken objects. I don't look at discarded objects as mere waste, I look at them as things that are asking for a helping hand that can rid them of the stigma surrounding them and can re-tell their stories. This is exactly what I try to do, with my own additions to such objects, I redefine them and allow them a platform where they can don new identity. Lastly, the process of my work involves me going outdoors to have a first-hand encounter with my surroundings. I do not confine myself to the four walls of a studio, rather my work is born on the humble and sometimes not so humble streets, village roads, pavements etc. The impressions on my works are from their mother surrounding.

Sometimes, it so happens that the weather is not favorable or when my work wants to communicate the discomfort of a bumpy cycle ride, it breaks. I keep these accidents alive in my work by giving them permanence through firing. This process is a reminder of my own struggles when I first entered the field, which I described in one of my poems that | have a habit of writing regularly. I am sharing here an excerpt of the poem I just mentioned:

“………. छोटे - छोटे तिनको की तलाश में भटक रहा हूँ ।
जैसे - तैसे समेटा हूँ तिनको को, तो कुछ बिखर जाते है तो कुछ टूटे जाते….
तब मन के आसु को रोकना नही आता है मुझे… 
बहाने देता हूँ क्यूकी ये किसी को दिखाई भी तो नही देते ।
तब ये ख्वाब चाँद बनकर अपनी चाँदनी से लड़ने की ताकत भी तो देता है मुझे…
और दूसरे ही पल फिर लग जाता हूँ, तिनको की तलश में।..."

[Translation:
…. I wander in search of small twigs (to build my dreams).
Somehow, I collect some twigs but some get scattered away or get broken,
My heart then becomes heavy and I do not know how to keep my tears at bay,
I let my tears slide down because these are invisible to others.
It is then, that my dreams turn into the moon and its moonlight gives me strength to not give up,
And in the very next moment I stand up again to search for twigs…...]