Forty years ago, my mother and father came to Oslo from Lucknow, a provincial capital in north-central India, to work at the Ullevål hospital for two years. This was their one and only journey together to the West, out of the skin of their provincial life.
Like a "sweet
dream", this modern utopia inspired their struggles back home, in
the messy circumstances of underdevelopment.
To imagine a relationship between surgery and art life affirming, transformative.
I have brought
with me many fragments. Photographs from the family album, my parents
surgical tools. And my magazines on current affairs that contain images
of genocide and famine at home. I have a desire to work in the same hospital
as they worked in, but I can only work with images; of wounds, skin diseases