I make paintings. I build them; construct them with a jigsaw and a ton of wood glue.

My primary medium is store-bought plywood.

I use a jigsaw as a tool to draw. It takes away the control and smoothness achieved by the hand.

I use spray paint for its immediacy. The act of painting takes up only a fraction of time; most of it is spent planning, drawing, assembling, aligning, and waiting for the glue to dry.

My practice lingers at the intersection of drawing, painting and sculpture. 

They respond to other paintings, to Nepalese architecture, to the architecture around me in the U.S.

They respond to my experience as a migrant; to memory, to a romanticized past that quietly shapes how I see, move, and make decisions, both in life and in the studio.

My work is not about one thing or another.  I cannot name this, that or that. It is a collection of experiences, memories and a rumination of unfinished thoughts.