This patriarchal world is a messy chaotic place and painting is my struggle to exist while making sense of the anger I feel everyday. I think about the mental turmoil caused by the absence of inherited income, lack of access to meaningful education, having to deplete your inner reserves to gain basic universal needs such as food and housing, internalized racism and sexism, sometimes even perpetuated by women. The overwhelming grief I feel for these things is the backbone of my work. I was raised in a violent and abusive household in Sunset Park, Brooklyn and then Woodhaven, Queens to be an obedient servant to my future husband and through this oppression my need to express myself materialized. In spite of that my belief in humanity and the power of nature to heal remains strong. It is present in my use of silhouettes and landscapes where water and earth peacefully share the border. With bright bold colors I strive to entice joy through the brooding denseness of modern day colonialism, contrasting jagged brush strokes and dripping paint within fine taped lines echoing maps of silenced, displaced peoples. I work in acrylic and oils.
By occupying space as a Bangladeshi immigrant woman in the art world I hope to inspire a world with more compassion and create sanctuary for those who feel they have nowhere to turn, as I once was.