EXHIBIT #7:

Dear Dead Doctor


Essay-Installation, work-in-progress

This is a letter to my late paternal grandfather, A.M. Sivaraman, who was the first to become a doctor of (Western) medicine in his family, and who died before my birth. In 2016 I chanced upon one of his personal diaries; the many blank pages at the end of that diary call out to me to speak with him for the first time. Amidst asking questions, receiving stories, staying silent and taking care, the essay will also meditate on medicine’s treatment of human ill-ness vis-a-vis dance’s affect on human well-ness.