Cherished family members pass away and leave behind memories, mementoes and materials (that they used while living), imbuing those materials with a magic made more manifest by their present absence. My grandmother (Didima), left a wardrobe of sarees old and new. Of particular interest to me in that wardrobe were her wedding sarees - a red Banarasi and a brass-coloured Zardozi-fi ligree saree. While being forbidden from pleating those actual heirloom sarees, this work was born from the seed of that very idea of folding those two sarees.Two closely matched raiments - a new Red Banarasi saree and a zari textile of brassy texture were found and lovingly creased and folded, basing the proportion of the pleats on the placement of the zari ‘bootis’ or little motifs through the body of the saree. The forms thus folded fl y through the air like skilful trapeze artists, fi lling the space they occupy redolent with nostalgia and memories of a warm embrace.Thus, the concept developed into - ‘give an heirloom saree, and take back a musical / calisthenic spatial installation’that reminds you of your loved one dearly departed, fi lling your space with the energy of their blessings and your fondest memories of them always wafting in the air of that space. Currently the artist has opened his heart and his studio for creatingsuch works with your heirloom treasures for a certain period of time until the end of 2022, each commission will be uniquelyvisualized with its own creasing pattern that responds to the structure, material and colour of the saree presented for folding, every installation thus created - unique to that family, bespoke, poignant and powerful.My grandmother was a quietly determined woman, blessed with many gifts and a razor sharp intellect. She played a pivotal role in my life and in my formative years. I treasure her guidance and her memories and that ever so slight fragrance of her presence clings yet to her sarees. Some day, I will fold those sarees, and her energies will pirouette and prance through my space, just as deftly and expertly as she lived her life and raised her large family of children and grand-children, never in the foreground, forever the epitome of strength and sacrifi ce in every space she occupied. My eyes well over with tears of abiding gratitude