365 Days unfolded as a year-long act of witnessing. Each day, I drew, wrote, collected, and assembled fragments of images and text, gestures that accumulated like sediment, like breath, like time itself. The work became less a record and more a condition of living, a rhythm shaped by repetition, anxiety, and quiet persistence. In parallel, I gathered water daily from the Yamuna River as it moves through Delhi, a river carrying the weight of the city: its excesses, residues, discharges, and silences.

Preserved in glass bottles, the water became an archive of duration, of contamination, of slow violence. Later, I poured the river back onto the drawings, allowing it to inscribe its own presence, stains, flows, and organic traces beyond my control. Between mark and matter, between body and landscape, the work inhabits a space of entanglement.

The drawings absorb the river; the river interrupts the drawings. Together, they form a porous mapping of time, where memory, environment, and emotion dissolve into one another, and where the city, the river, and the self remain in continuous becoming.