Korou Khundrakpam

I am Korou Khundrakpam. Artmaker, foodmaker, homemaker. This is where I pass by.

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Consent.

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If a tree falls.

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Welcome I, Welcome II.

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Concept sketch for an album artwork from some years back.

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The Readers of Manipur be like…

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Immunity/Impunity (cheap sketchbook!)

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Immunity/Impunity

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Some fence sitter.

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But like a boat with a twisted rudder, I kept coming back to the same place. I wasn’t going anywhere. I was myself, waiting on the shore for me to return.

Haruki Murakami - Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (via murakamistuff)

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I can't recall if it was leaving or arriving.

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The Green Rooms

This is an excerpt from a project documenting the everyday realities of a group of young transwomen in Imphal. It follows some of them engaged in performing arts as they prepare for public performances. In a society yet to come to terms with the nuances of human gender and sexuality, they tend to converge around these practices esp. Sumaang Lilaa. It is a traditional form of theatre usually with an all male and trans-female cast which the people of Manipur has come to accept and love. Apart from helping in securing a livelihood, this practice brings about an assertion of their gender identity on a public platform. Onstage they live the lives of magnificent heroines as an audience, who is willing to accept them in this limited context, watches on in awe.

Meanwhile, they remain in society’s green room.

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January 26th 2014, we got married. Kundo and I.

As the song goes Bãwre se is jahãn mein bãwrã ek sãth ho

Photographs courtesy of Rashingam Ngoruh. View the whole wedding album here.

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Cosmic Motion Picture Frame

Inside a cosmic motion picture frame I constantly break just to reshape like a thought going through a blank page like wearing a name without a face like in the emptiness pulsating space never the less trapped inside an invisible cage Inside a cosmic motion picture frame the morning sunlight falls on your face reflections bouncing off the mirror shadows hanging lightly over your head nevertheless trapped inside an invisible cage

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New sounds from around here. Check out their tumblr for more tracks.

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Yin & Yang

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The best one yet.

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Hail winter. Winter is here.

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Time passing by around a dismal albino horse in front of A2Z.