It separates the child from the mother, but a razor blade is also a part of the man’s life. My brother and father would use them all the time to shave. We all grew up in a pretty small town. It’s a tool for many things. It’s not just related to the female body, but the male body too. It was like a personal entity that we carried all the time, to be used whenever it was needed. That’s how it came to me. When I was in Pakistan, the first work I did in Lahore was at a residency, I realized that Pakistan and Bangladesh shared a lot of the same political issues. Pakistanis and Bangladeshis have a fractured relationship but somehow we share a lot of the same issues. At the time, Bangladesh had a ‘caretaker government, a temporary government for three months during elections, that stayed for two years. It was like a shadow army government. When I arrived in Lahore, I realized that they were experiencing a very similar situation. During this period, a lot of my friends were caught by the army who wanted to write something about the situation. There were teams that would come to your house in the middle of the night and take you away. Many of our journalist friends disappeared. I arrived with a very heavy mind that day, wondering about what I could do. I was going through the local bazaar looking for sharp, shiny objects that can cut your body, something I could use for my art. When I saw two razors of different colours in the market, I decided to use razors as my material for my piece. I have used razors in my paintings but never for making installations or sculptures. It was finally at the end of the exhibition hall and people were really attracted to the look, they wanted to touch the work but it could cut your hand. That’s the position of the work, the desire to engage but not being able to.