Sketches on A4 and A3 paper.

As part of the bouquet of HOPE...hopelessness.

Utter despair.

A child with a runny nose and me.

From madness, only sick drawings and paracetamol keep us in check.

Delirium, sleep deprivation, syrups, suppositories, milk, and Himalayan laundry.

And having nothing left to give, when you're the one who gives, sweat and tears become a machine for milky condensation.

• Butterfly

• Moth

• Domestic She-wolf

• Plasticine

• BROTHEL ON WHEELS

Note: These drawings were created in collaboration with my son, Leon, who was 2-3 years old at the time. We crafted these artworks while I was stuck at home with him during his illness.