Sheba Remy Kharbanda

Creatrix | Visionary | Alchemist

Metaphysics Practice

13 Moons Project

Director

Installation - Five Rivers: A Portrait of Partition

Oral History - Vilayati Tarti/Foreign Land Project

Video

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Words

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Forthcoming

Meditations on Power XIII
Moon phase: waxing gibbous
Illumination: 69%
Constellation: Taurus
Rulership: Venus, currently slaying in Scorpio
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Something about fierce women. As I walk the streets of New Delhi with #1 mama.

Meditations on Power XII
Moon phase: waxing crescent
Illumination: 32%
Constellation: Pisces
Rulership: Neptune (currently conjunct the Moon), Jupiter (in Sadge, trine my ☀️)
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Last night I dreamt of my neighbor’s little boy. He and his mother were moving far away and I was so saddened that I cried uncontrollably. Seeing my cry so much, the little boy held me and cried with me (or maybe for me)
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The little boy in the photos was being called by his family to leave but he wasn’t yet ready. His spunk and spontaneity in this place of worship and communion made me giggle.
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Children are like the truth.

Meditations on Power XI
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Moon phase: waxing crescent
Illumination: 16%
Constellation: Aquarius
Rulership: Saturn
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From making a temporary home in Tushita Dharamkot to making one at Tushita New Delhi, the work is the same.
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Mahayana Buddism is the path of the Bhodisattva seeking enlightenment for all sentient beings. It is so utterly congruent with the values of Sikhi, by which I was raised.
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These days it has been hard to stay the path. The “what about me!” mind has been very active as I deal with the surfacing of very old (and very deeply buried) wounds. Back in October my mentor told me I would soon find myself very triggered. I had no sense then of what was to come. And yet, I don’t question these ideas, rather I wish for more courage to stay the path. 💜
I hold as fast as ever to the notion that what we do for others we do for ourselves and vice versa. Would that the doing was as straightforward as the thinking about it..
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We can still intend with the right mind and so I shall try:
May all beings be well, may all beings be happy, may all beings be free from suffering 🙏🏾🌈

Dreaming the Motherland series
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These images of the geography of Punjab’s namesake five rivers remain as alive in my imagination as when I first conceived of this project. As had been pointed out by many who’ve witness this journey, the rivers resemble tree roots, veins, fingers...So rich is their symbolism...
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Just as water’s nature is fluid, flowing and wavering, so has this visit of mine to the land of the five rivers been. The experience has been deeply upending, profoundly emotional but spiritual and inspiring too. I am learning more about my art practice and it is a supremely “watery” one. I am ok with that.
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Yesterday my mother (now a collaborator and probably my biggest fan in this incarnation) sent me the image of the map with Greek names for each of Panjab’s rivers. Yes, the Greeks had their own names for the panj ab and for the Panjab itself - Penta Potamia.
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I am reading Gaston Bachelard’s Water and Dreams. The intro contains this quote by Stéphane Mallarmé: Let us help the hydra clear away the fog.
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And so is born the name of this forthcoming video piece which has taken very many shapes in my imagination and is most definitely still unfolding, subject to more flowing, wavering and fluidity. And I am ok with that.
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PENTA POTAMIA: Let us help the hydra clear away the fog
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Some of my own fog is clearly beginning to lift, too.

Dreaming the Motherland series
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Winter has arrived

Dreaming the Motherland series
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When you endeavor to make home wherever and however you can.
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I’ve been traveling (physically and otherwise) during the start of this incarnation, indeed, arguably before since my mama, gifted with an easy pregnancy, traveled with me while I was still in her belly.
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As much as I’m grateful for the opportunity to come to this land of my roots 🌳 I am not so sure I belong here more than anywhere else...
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This sweet girl in the box followed me home after letting me take her photo, for which she posed on cue. Earlier, I saw her lying under an awning. It felt like a metaphor of sorts.
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As dear Henry said to Mira (Lilly the cat’s human), perhaps we don’t belong any particular “where” but rather every-where.

©2018 Sheba Remy Kharbanda