Stuck in a traffic jam in the city of Madras, seriously worried to suffocate from inhaling fumes, black snot in the nose each night. The series of paintings reflects my experience with the effects of globalization in India. Travelers on motorbikes and auto rickshaws ride off into the vast emptiness of space that is the future.

Madras 24/, Gesso, ink and ink washes on board, 2010


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