Announcing ‘The Beauty of Being British Asian’ art exhibition

All, The Beauty of Being British Asian, writing

I’m excited to announce that my latest blog post, ‘The Beauty of Being British Asian’ has inspired an art exhibition – taking place in a London gallery this summer in collaboration with Burnt Roti Mag. The exhibition will look at dual identities and how British Asians curiously navigate theirs.

Burn Roti Mag is a South Asian print and online lifestyle magazine, concentrating on publishing essays about race, colourism, mental health and assimilation. They are curating the exhibition by bringing together over 20 British Asian artists from around the country. Each artist will create a piece of art from their chosen line of the piece and together, will form the Beauty of Being British Asian exhibition.

Watch me talk about why this project means so much to me, alongside the artists taking part in the promo video below:

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I’m really proud of this piece and am looking forward to seeing the ways in which my writing is interpreted into art by the British Asian talent that will be on show. There are already some amazing artists that have been confirmed and more will be announced very soon. They will create art in the form of paintings, graphics, photography, installations and any other mixed media formats.

The exhibition still needs funding –  visit our crowdfunder to pledge your support, get tickets for the opening night (including free drinks) and signed British Asian artwork goodies.

Save the Date: coming soon.

-Nikita

 

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The Beauty of being British Asian

All, life, personal

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As a child, I remember being one of two brown girls in my class. I was born and raised in the leafy suburbs of London by my parents – Indian immigrants from India and Kenya. Like most, they tried to retain the culture of their roots when raising their children. They did such a good job at it in fact, that sometimes I feel more Indian than British. Being brought up immersed in one country’s culture but living in another – life as a British Asian is a beautiful blend of the best (and sometimes worst) of both worlds:

It’s the butter chicken and the fish and chips. It’s not being able to handle spicy food (Nando’s lemon & herb everytime). It’s having so many cousins that I couldn’t count them on two hands – let alone one. It’s telling my spelling teacher in year 4 that I don’t know all the English words yet. It’s speaking Hindi and Punjabi at the same time and not knowing when I switch to the other. It’s family gatherings that are filled with (very) loud laughter, big hugs and endless hallway goodbyes. It’s cardamom-infused Indian tea, crispy samosas and sweet mango chutney. It’s my brown skin and British accent. It’s making finding an eyebrow lady a priority when I move away. It’s being called a ‘coconut’ by other immigrant kids. It’s addressing the cultural conflicts. It’s the three day, colourful, big, Indian weddings and the ivory and blush shades of smaller English weddings. It’s bringing the East into the West. It’s keeping traditions alive and challenging those that are archaic and patriarchal. It’s shouting down the phone to relatives in India and being overly polite to strangers. It’s opening a tub of ice cream in the fridge and being faced with frozen daal. It’s blindly respecting your elders as a child and growing up to realise that respect is a two-way street. It’s being racially profiled at airports, but having a British passport. It’s feeling like a foreigner in India and looking like one in the UK. It’s learning about colonial history at home and not at school. It’s cheering on whatever team is playing against England in the World Cup. It’s navigating between the cultural values of my family’s homeland and our adopted home. It’s the snap of a poppadom and the crunch of a bag of ready salted crisps. It’s being a corner shop kid. It’s listening to both the whimsical waves of Bollywood music and the rough rhymes of UK grime. It’s using my Hindi writing skills as a party trick. It’s having the freedom to choose what I do and who I marry, when my ancestors (and parents) didn’t. It’s planning a fusion wedding and adding a new culture to the colourful palette of my life. It’s celebrating Christmas and Diwali. It’s being rich in history, languages, literature and ways of life. It’s strength and resilience. Its open-mindedness and tolerance. It’s being a global citizen. 

– Nikita