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Rabia Ashfaque

Rabia Ashfaque

INTRO:
 
My work in this series transpired through a journey of self discovery, life and the idea of living for a cause. I started out with the idea of telling a story; a narrative through art, talking about the meaning of life, but more importantly, the idea of life in death. Since life is relative, and the only certainty in life is the eventual end of it, what becomes important is how you live, not its actual length. I narrated my story in the form of a game; chess. When two opposing sides contest in a game of chess, one side has to lose, and one will have to win. Ultimately a game ends and a new one starts. What really matters throughout the game then, is not if one wins or loses but how well you play the game. Life abides by the same rules. The integrity, the honesty, and the dedication is what ultimately triumphs all!
 
My work encompasses a number of symbols as such; architecture and landmarks outlining the permanence of this world, seals and seeds hinting at what is to come later. A lot of it is highly contextual in terms of culture and geography, with some personal elements hinting at a layer of fact underneath the apparent philosophy of the game.
 
I have created a book to do so; the prints are all one of (monoprints) from a series of zinc plates and screens used simultaneously to create a sense of layering. I use the method of selective inking, where some parts of the plate are inked to define the worked ares and others left untouched to create just the emboss of an image. The ambiguity works well as the story unfolds and reveals bits in part until I feel it necesary to complete my tale.
 
Death of a Mortal King
 
There was a Mortal King, its said,
whose reign was free from hate or dread
His life was but a journey sought
to heal the wounds of men distraught
 
His kingdom was an honored land
where prospered many minds and hearts
His laws were strict on trust and truth
His subjects taught with patient hand
 
A man of word, a soldier brave,
He fought his battles to the grave
His followers felt left astray
the day his life was swept away
 
All hope was lost, till dawn broke free
and came the sun, rays bright as gold
His crown peeked from behind the clouds
His robe lined silver with his deeds
 
There was a Mortal King, its said
whose reign was free from hate or dread
His game of life, his death set free
to rule hereafter with integrity.
 
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