A MANIFESTO OF SORTS..
I am a man without a country. I fled a civil war at the age of five and grew up in an environment as empty as my history.
I am a nomad.
My writing has more in common with abstract art than literature as it's commonly understood, manipulating language to fit images, distorting structure to find form, they are installation pieces, thoughts to be experienced as physical reality.
I freely admit that my work isn't for everyone, unshackled from history, I feel I am free to create a form that is unfettered by the rules and conventions that have evolved over time. I believe that writing should always be pushing at the boundaries of what can be said, discovering new ways of thinking, showing the infinitely many ways that a person can be a person.
I am uncolonised,
maybe I'm just naive.
MILK OF THE MOON
A dispatch from the edge of consciousness
Curated and Translated by Sen Rajah
In the midst of an existential crisis, poet and author, Sen Rajah stumbles blindly and emotionally empty into the world of Milk of the Moon. At a point when he has almost entirely lost any sense of self, this bright, young, tragic girl whispers her stories to him, weaving a tale as melodious as it is sad. Through her visits and comfort Rajah finds his way back, unfortunately by the time he recovers Milk is gone, leaving behind only fragments of her story.
The exhibition contained within these pages is part memoir, part poetry and part something entirely new. It explores themes of otherness and rootlessness, the colonialism of language and many more themes associated with being “a person without a country”. Each piece resonates with feeling, abstract and allusive, they beckon you to engage, not just to observe, but immerse yourself and read the artist, for as Milk of the Moon says, “only in the act of interpretation do any of us exist”.