Karmic River

I stretch raw canvas across the room so the architecture behaves as a stretcher. I prime and drag blues until the pigment runs like a current. The work starts as a painting, but once it wraps the corner, buckles and spills onto the floor, it turns undecidable: wall, object and ground swap roles. After visiting the Mahakumbh at Prayagraj, the river here is not depicted; it is staged as a force exceeding the frame. I use the room to test whether painting can be something you stand inside, a surface that leaks, and a material to be cut and reused.