Personal Essay by multidisciplinary artist Ravi Modi: ‘Truth, I came to realise, is fluid, shapeshifting, dusty, incomplete. It never arrives whole. It gathers slowly, the way vision does, through fragments and adjustments. Much like my own sight, truth is always in the process of becoming.’

“One becomes a beast of burden, a puppet in the hands of the inherited history.” 25-year-old Dalit artist Keerthana Chandragiri discusses how experiences of self-image, discrimination, and trauma shaped the intimacies of her art. By Preeti Nangal