Post-Exhibition Notes | Simran Ahira

Yes, my home is a parachute

Women’s tummies

The creaking of the floor

In the art book store

My mind impersonates Norwegian winter

A few hours of something resembling twilight

Sonia Delaunay

Jim Shaw

Georges Braque

Buy me another book to soften the harsh white walls of this rented apartment

It’ll sit there cushioning the space with the potential held by unread words

We are made of everyone we’ve ever met.