Letters to december

Dedicated to my Ammi (Mother)

Dear December,

You arrive quietly, carrying the weight of endings and the softness of beginnings. You are not merely a month, but a threshold where memory gathers and time slows enough for us to listen. In you, joy and grief sit side by side, unafraid of one another.

‘Letters to December’ unfolds as a series of offerings not declarations, but confidences. Each work in this exhibition reads like a letter written at the close of a year. Some are whispered, some folded carefully, some left unfinished. Together, they form a collective of voices from Germany, Hungary, Pakistan, the UAE and the United States, bound not by geography but by shared reflection.

These works do not attempt to summarize the year, choosing instead to remain within it. They gather fallen leaves, trace blurred memories, stitch belonging, sit with fatigue, wander through remembered streets, hold silence, observe love, confront fracture and protect fragile hope. December appears here as a psychological state, a pause between who we were and who we are becoming.

Threads, lines, pigments, gestures, repetitions and erasures form individual visual languages. Some letters speak of motherhood and care, others of adoption, companionship, longing, devotion, solitude, survival or quiet joy. Some observe the world from nests, windows, streets or interiors, while others turn inward toward memory, body, spirit and time. There is no single narrative, only the permission to coexist.

This exhibition resists closure. Like letters never sent or reread years later, these works remain open to interpretation, to feeling and to return. December here is not an end, but a moment of holding what stayed, what shifted, what broke and what endured.

To my Ammi, to whom this exhibition is dedicated, whose love taught me patience, presence and the quiet power of care, this too is a letter.

And to those who encounter these works, may you find rebounds of your own December within them.

Warm Regards,
FS Karachiwala