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Furniture exhibition concludes

Islamabad Art can take many forms and to prove it, an exhibition titled ‘Maiz, Kursi Waghaira,’ a solo furniture exhibition by Sundas Shahid at MyArtWorld Gallery concluded on Sunday. ‘Quirky’ would be the right way to describe the furniture. Shaped and polished in its natural form or according to the

By our correspondents
August 03, 2015
Islamabad
Art can take many forms and to prove it, an exhibition titled ‘Maiz, Kursi Waghaira,’ a solo furniture exhibition by Sundas Shahid at MyArtWorld Gallery concluded on Sunday. ‘Quirky’ would be the right way to describe the furniture. Shaped and polished in its natural form or according to the artists perception, each piece is very different and ‘one of a kind’ - a furniture collectors delight. If you are looking for something special do drop by and have a look.
Born and raised in Islamabad, Sundas is an architect and an aspiring urbanite. Her passion for art finds expression in her artistic furniture pieces. She has an insatiable love for everything queer, ubiquitous and strange. She is also a great believer of the potentials of urbanity but remains equally cognizant of the unforgiving, numbing nature of the city and life within it.
Thus, on most weekends, you will find her meandering and foraging through the shops in our very own Itwar bazaar, looking for things that nobody looks for (or even wants!). It was her love for all things useless that lead her to design in this series of furniture from absolute scrap! Digging through piles of wood caste aside, juxtaposing pieces that did and did not belong together, she created these marvels of breathtakingly beautiful functionality.
“The city around us is endlessly complicated, perplexing and unforgiving,” she says. “We live in the tumult of collective memories that inhabit terrains of public amnesia, nothing belongs to nothing. It is us, the people of the land, who make ‘things mean things,’ who create meaning. Sounds grand but it is anything but.”
“It only means that meaning is only of significance in its transience, in its fleeting moment of change and flux. Everything changes, one moment to the next. Your existence is but a blur, on almost spot in the numbing ubiquity that is life. Politics, publics, landmarks and monuments are spatial markers in thus blur, a traffic light is out stopwatch. In those 120 seconds, 60 are spent waiting on red, 12 in movement and the rest in restless inertia. The only thing real is the rat race, to be bigger-better-faster-smarter. Sounds like an existential crisis masquerading as art, well it is. So pick up a chair. Sit. Relax. Quieten down. Reminisce. You are not a blur. You are a star.”