Urban Jungle, Kathmandu is a hand-carved, hand-pressed linocut inspired by the city where I grew up.
Kathmandu’s streets have always felt like an accumulation of sights and sounds: the cling of passing rickshaws, motorcycles carrying improbable loads, shopkeepers calling out their wares, conversations in different languages, old Newari houses groaning beneath tangled electric wires.
Among all that visual noise sits a small red postbox. Once part of an everyday ritual of sending letters across cities and borders, it now feels almost forgotten — collecting dust, an occasional letter, and perhaps the hopes of someone who still believes words can travel a great distance and find the person they were meant for.
For me, the work became about more than the chaos of a Kathmandu street. It is also about an old city being stretched and reshaped by rapid development, and about what gets lost in that process: buildings, rituals, memories and ways of communicating.
In many ways, it became personal too — a print about letters that collected dust, words that went missing, and the strange persistence of memory.
Details
Hand-carved and hand-pressed linocut
Black and red ink on paper
Paper size: 41.5 × 30 cm
Limited edition of 50
Signed and numbered
Unframed
Urban Jungle, Kathmandu is a hand-carved, hand-pressed linocut inspired by the city where I grew up.
Kathmandu’s streets have always felt like an accumulation of sights and sounds: the cling of passing rickshaws, motorcycles carrying improbable loads, shopkeepers calling out their wares, conversations in different languages, old Newari houses groaning beneath tangled electric wires.
Among all that visual noise sits a small red postbox. Once part of an everyday ritual of sending letters across cities and borders, it now feels almost forgotten — collecting dust, an occasional letter, and perhaps the hopes of someone who still believes words can travel a great distance and find the person they were meant for.
For me, the work became about more than the chaos of a Kathmandu street. It is also about an old city being stretched and reshaped by rapid development, and about what gets lost in that process: buildings, rituals, memories and ways of communicating.
In many ways, it became personal too — a print about letters that collected dust, words that went missing, and the strange persistence of memory.
Details
Hand-carved and hand-pressed linocut
Black and red ink on paper
Paper size: 41.5 × 30 cm
Limited edition of 50
Signed and numbered
Unframed