Ramla Fatima, Pakistan

Residency Period: August 1, 2016 - July 31, 2017 (extended from January 31)


Bio

Ramla Fatima graduated from N.C.A national college of arts in February 2015 with major in sculpture and minor in print making and digital arts. She has participated in a few group shows around the country. She has also been selected for two artist residencies: ”B.Q (binqalandar artist residency) and VASAL international artist residency, Karachi. She currently lives and practices in Pakistan.

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On-hiatus Proposal Summary

As a fresh graduate with just two years of practice, Ramla’s art career may appear to be on the right track – graduated from the National College of Arts, participated in an exhibition, left for an artist residency, came back and exhibited in a number of group shows, again left for a residency – the path desired and considered as successful by many of her fellow graduates.

She is however not satisfied with all this, feeling confused and having difficulty understanding the professional art circle. She does not want her artistic career to run on the usual trajectory of group shows, solo shows, residencies, and biennales etc. She wants to take a path which no one has ever followed. When she came back from her last residency, she started looking for another which would give her a new dimension and fresh perspective to her art career, but to her disappointment, all the residencies are running very similar programmes. Then she found RFAOH, which she thinks is the exact thing she was looking for and simply wanted to be part of it.

For her on-hiatus residency at RFAOH, she does not want to propose anything. She wants to sit back and think of “tasks” that are not related to her work as a sculptor; she might write a book on the issue of “the art circle in an artist’s life”. She wants to give her career a new start. She wants to begin this residency with her mind as a blank canvas.


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recent comments

On Aug 4 2017, ramla fatima commented on Let your creative nature shine through: @ co-directors lol no, you does not sounds like a horoscope person infact you sounds exactly like w[...]

On Aug 4 2017, ramla fatima commented on Let your creative nature shine through: thank you so much mohamed for sharing your views. it means a lot. it always feels great to get to kn[...]

On Jul 29 2017, mohamed @ moonfarm commented on Let your creative nature shine through: selaams Ramla (the universe in a grain of sand?), As this year's hiatus is sadly coming to a close,[...]

On Jul 25 2017, co-directors (s) commented on Let your creative nature shine through: Ramla, I also feel being in the arts is being forever confused, about your decisions and desires, ab[...]

On Jun 22 2017, co-director (m) commented on On Hiathus: The best part of hiatus is that its an open ended concept. Its like a non-declaration declaration. I[...]


On Hiatus activity…..

Ahhh…… it’s been a long time I have not posted anything. And now when it’s the end of the month and my Facebook page is bombarded with a new post after every one day which is making me depress because I still don’t have anything new and exciting to share. After 15th of every month I just start reading posts of the other residents. I am eager to know how is their residency on hiatus is going. I wonder what their activities other than art are. And when a new month is going to end every resident is posting something on every other day. This is like a continuous reminder for me each time “look you haven’t posted anything as yet? Look you haven’t posted anything as yet!”
Though I just keep on saying each time that I don’t have much stuff to share but actually it is not the case. I do have a lot of things going on in my life I still don’t know why always I wait for the eleventh hour to write it down and share it. May be I am a lazy person but I don’t think so, because I just keep on thinking throughout the month and keep on making strategies in my mind that I will share this I will share that In my next post. But I think I just keep on waiting for something more crazy and exciting to share which always result in being late for posting. Same was the case with this month also, now when it is 23rd of March. I am actually compelled to share at least something so that I might not kicked out of the residency or I might not get my stipend of this month ;).
So, my on hiatus activity of this month was working with a clothing line as a designer. Surprisingly when I visited the workshop I got to know that the brand deals with new born clothes and toddlers or maximum 10 years old children. I was shocked. I had no such experience of designing clothes for kids of this age group. And in addition to that on the next working day I had to assist a photographer for a photo-shoot of kids for their summer collection which added to the misery. Let me add here that I do not like kids at all and really do not have any idea how to deal with them. That was a horrifying day. Dealing with such a young kid making him pose for a nice shoot was even more horrible than resolving a piece of art. The day was spent in running after those kids and finally has ended up with some really good clicks and I felt relieved. Though I was appointed as a designer but was compelled to act as a baby sitter for all day long. It was for the first time that I wished if I was not on hiatus…….





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ramla fatima wrote on Mar 25:

Thanks Lee :)

Lee wrote on Mar 24:

This looks fun. I was not keen on kids until I had them! Now small people fascinate me. They are so very very odd. And funny. Terribly terribly funny!!! I'm sorry it was stressful - at one of my jobs we say that teaching the under 5 crowd is just like herding kittens. But you got wonderful photos!!

ramla fatima wrote on Mar 24:

I have become a jack of all for the last few months.It was actually quite difficult to decide what to do else then art. if not art then what else? so my work places are much like platters, containing a bit of almost every thing. and i am enjoying exploring all these opportunities. currently i am not in a hurry to make a single choice rather i like these experiments. luckily i have not been kicked out of any of these work places as yet;).

ramla fatima wrote on Mar 24:

Thankyou so much and yes true that people expect that an artist has to be good in graphic design, photography, clothing line and so on and so forth........

co-director (m) wrote on Mar 24:

We're sorry for so much pressure to produce when on hiatus! :) Thats not our intention. It surly must seem like an oxymoron eh? These pictures are great amazing! What fun and great opportunities come your way Ramla.

codirector (s) wrote on Mar 23:

Wow, Ramla, this is amazing! And funny! (You think nothing exciting happens in your life?!) Like you can be anything! I'm curious if it's unique to your country/city, that they do not worry too much about your experience but trust your background in the arts? You have had so many different work experiences since the short while you've been with us…

 


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They had traveled to the desert shrine in a bus, a colorful yellow creature with a red flower headdress, an iron grill for a smile, painted eyes for head lights and every small inch of its body filigreed in floral motifs. It was already packed when they got on with the luggage thrown into the air to be precariously perched on the roof by someone at the top. The vehicle slouched slightly to one side but everyone squeezed in somehow to share the aisle with children and with chickens, a couple of bleary eyed goats and several young girls of a family squatting on the floor in ochre and fuchsia dresses.
This was the slow bus to a shrine of a sufi saint from Hyderabad that huffed along and stopped for anyone who waved at it: children without fare, old women with bundles over the head and old men as thin as the sticks they carried for balance. The men, old and young, wore red scarves about the neck and women were dressed in children.
Despite the gaiety, no one spoke out loud or got into quarrels, even the children were hushed because they were all headed for the shrine of the silent dervish.
They seemed like wizened travellers who had made this journey several times over and sat contently in silence. There was no music on the decorated but dilapidated vehicle except for the drone of the engine laboring against the sand dunes and high wind, slapped by sandstorms that wiped away the road, creeping past the villages to climb the hills. The river was far away and everyone sat dusted in gold grains that flew in through the open windows. It was still winter.

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