Oliva Saha

With a practice like a visual diary, deeply personal, exploring memory, womanhood, and the subtle shift from childhood to growing up I work mostly with paper, using fragile materials like watercolours, tea stains, and natural pigments like indigo and alta, often layering, staining, and reworking the surface.

By treating the paper almost like skin or an archive, things like wilted flowers, insects, or domestic objects appear as emotional traces. These fragments offer a tender, honest look at growing up in a middle-class Indian home, where memory and lived experience are always tangled together.