chai

In the dusky streets of Bombay, the pungent scent of freshly brewed ginger chai draws young and old, rich and poor, Brahmin and untouchable to the chai vendor’s stall. Societal boundaries cease to exist in that one moment when beggars and engineers alike squeeze together, waiting in line for the coveted beverage. Despite the scorching heat of the summer sun, and fiery bargaining attempts at nearby bazaars, the aroma of ginger and cardamom is soothing, a perfect antidote to the hustling ways of the city. No matter who the chai drinker is, he or she has the same experience with that first, beautiful sip. A smooth, deceptively sweet bolus of tea bathes his or her palate, not preparing even the most devoted chai aficionado for the spicy ginger aftertaste.

                In a world plagued by inhumane acts of violence, and wars that serve no purpose, I seek to bring us one step closer to someone we have not stood next to. I enjoy creating art that is pleasant upon first sight, but leaves a strong, meaningful afterthought. I seek to mobilize people essentially by artful deception.