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About the Exhibition

Vrindavan, a purgatory on earth, a one-way journey to oblivion, is also known as the “city of widows.” According to sacred Hindu texts, a woman on her own has no value, but is merely an appendage. Deprived of all rights and possessions, the widow lives in poverty and isolation, dedicating her life to the memory of her dead husband. When he dies, her life as a woman is over, socially, economically and emotionally.

Those who take refuge in sacred places like Vrindavan, begin the long wait: for death, cremation and the scattering of ashes on the waters of sacred rivers, with the hope of ultimately reaching Moksh, final liberation from the wheel of reincarnation, and union with the creator.

The air you breathe in Vrindavan is that of profound devotion, of tradition and of conservation. Most of the widows go off every morning of their own free will to the “Shri Bhagwan Bhajan Ashram”, an Indian monastery, where they spend most of the day chanting hymns to lift their spirits and the spirits of their dead husbands. There, in the near dark, sitting cross-legged on the ground, playing cymbals and chanting the same mantra over and over again, whilst waiting for eternity.