I go around town scavenging for these flip flop from the dirt and the neighbourhood to transform them into the beauty they become. Picking these items made me realise how reckless our people are towards the disposition of waste. These materials are not sorted and are carelessly disposed to litter and degrade the environment, and these have far reaching consequences. As an artist, I owe part of my becoming to my environment and as such must contribute in any way possible to heal it- to save it. I believe climate change is real and I have seen first-hand its dangers. This is not just a walk to find self, but to also rediscover. I do not know where this journey would lead me, but I must continue till the point where there are no dots.
Flip flop is one of the most degraded material. It is worn and trampled underfoot every time and later discarded when it feels worn-out. But only few can see the beautiful reflection of light and colours inside. I explore this undying colours to tell everyday stories; especially of the importance of life and living against all odds. Phoenix in many mythologies does not die, it only reincarnates from fire when it grows grey. The flip-flop is a phoenix, it does not die and in the place of fire, it rises from Dirt.
