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Ashokkumar Mistry
Ashokkumar Mistry is a artist with a practice based in writing.To find out more about Ashokkumar Mistry and his art visit: ashokdmistry.com
Twitter: @AshokDMistry
Instagram: @ashokdmistry
facebook: @ashokdmistryartist
Read his article on how Disability is understood in the arts; 'Writing Disability Back into Art (from page 29 onwards) in the May 2021 edition of the British Artwork Newsletter.
WAIWAV Project
Ashokkumar was one of 31 d/Deaf, Disabled and Neurodivergent artists to take part in the DASH award winning project: We Are Invisible We Are Visible (WAIWAV).The artists staged Dada inspired interventions in 30 museums and galleries across Britain and Northern Ireland on 2 July 2022 only, marking the 102nd anniversary of the 1st Dada International Exhibition in Berlin.Ashoks's intervention, Beyond relentless acceleration took place at Nottingham Contemporary. Find out more.
Visit the Project website waivav.org
Visit the DASH Project page
Awkward Bastards at Home
Ashokkumar was one of five artists commissioned by DASH in 2020 to produce a short film reflecting their experiences as a Disabled artist during Covid-19, as part of the Awkward Bastards at Home series.
His film ‘The Desert Mountains & Dreary Glaciers are My Refuge’ tells the story of isolation, loss, and is formed by his “documentation of the year’s banal oddities including the glacial growth of the hair on my head”.
"Every Artwork I have created has started with some form of writing – usually a poem. The writing locates the intention of my work and plays like a mantra in my mind. My neurology and creative approach generates a myriad of creative outputs in a range of media that perhaps appear disconnected. My work is interdisciplinary – primarily visual and sculptural works using many media, writing as a critical tool, and performance as a convergence and an enacting of the many processes of my work." Ashokkumar Mistry
The film for Awkward Bastards at Home is based on his poem 'The Lonesome'.
There’s a story here
A story I can’t tell
Or, rather don’t want to tell
Of a hairs length Measure of time
And hairs width gap in memory
That grows and grows until
You can’t remember how you looked
Since you last battled the blade ...