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Uncanny: The Quiet Rusty Sign

Rust stains echo fading memories. Ash and jute speak of war’s violence. Two artists transform decay into temporal progression, where the familiar becomes strange.

Published 30 December 2025

This has finished

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

Vallabhdas Kanji Limited (VKL Warehouse)

Event venue · no 6/951, Bazaar Road, Mattancherry

You’ve just missed it — take it home anyway

The 2025–26 Biennale ended on 31 March 2026. The next is expected around December 2027. We made a book of all 72 exhibits, venue by venue, with the photographs — 76 pages, 9 MB.

Every surface carries a story of time passing—rust stains left by metal, mold-like textures, stones embedded in hands that once stood for pride. The familiar becomes uncanny.

Artist

Sania Fathima (NIFT Kannur), Arun S (College of Fine Arts, Kerala)

Medium

Muslin cloth, hand embroidery, sashiko stitches, patchwork; Ash and Rust on Jute

A corner of a room features a large, dark textile installation covering the walls and floor, with a tall, pale figure visible within it. To the left, a rack holds several draped fabrics with embroidered details, standing beside a small table. Above the rack, a grid of small, colorful rectangular pieces is mounted on the wall.

About

Uncanny: The Quiet Rusty Sign brings together two artists employing rusted materials as symbolic indicators of temporal progression.

Sania Fathima presents a worn, distressed graduation gown made from rust-dyed muslin, layered with hand embroidery, sashiko stitches, and patchwork. Every surface tells of time passing—rust stains, mold-like textures echoing fading memories.

Arun S works with ash and rust on jute, representing endings, decay, and inevitability. His work reflects on senseless violence and loss caused by wars—emotions surging and subsiding like ashes slipping through fingers.

Together: two meditations on what time does to us, and what we carry forward.