A gallery wall hung with a large painting of a bedroom in hot pink, green and blue, with a dark red rug patterned with white deer spilling down the wall onto the floor in front of it.

A warm kind of panic

The rug extends a muted invitation, asking the body to settle within its folds. Monika traces the quiet turbulence of everyday life—frictions, doubts, and the comforting panic of solitude.

Published 31 December 2025

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On view
12 December 2025 – 31 March 2026
Times
10AM to 6PM (Mon to Sunday) Till March 31st, 2026
Part of
Kochi-Muziris Biennale 2025–26

Where

BMS Warehouse

Event venue · Bazaar Road, Mattancherry

There is a comforting panic in this weight, a heaviness that steadies even as it presses. The rug extends a muted invitation into the room, asking the body to come closer, to settle momentarily within its folds.

Artists

Monika (University of Rajasthan, Jaipur)

Medium

Oil on Canvas, Acrylic on rug

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About

There is a comforting panic in this weight, a heaviness that steadies even as it presses. The rug extends a muted invitation into the room, asking the body to come closer, to settle momentarily within its folds.

A warm kind of panic begins from the quiet turbulence of everyday experience—the subtle frictions, doubts, and distances that gather beneath the surface of routine life. Monika draws from instances that shape the individual self, tracing how relationships, environments, and internal thresholds leave impressions difficult to name or contain.

Within institutional tendencies that turn certain bodies and their realities into footnotes, these conflicts, emotional gaps, and the fragile discomfort of solitude surface in every crack and window of the space.

Moving through shifting internal rhythms, the work holds space for choices and hesitations that create constant dislocation—swinging in and out of isolation. The rug invites the body closer. A heaviness that steadies even as it presses, acknowledging the psychological states that dwell in these gestures.

Presence. Residue. The traces we cannot leave behind.