Chace Gallery

Located in the upper lobby of the Schwartz Center for Performing Arts, the Chace Gallery hosts visual art exhibits from members of the Emory community.

Current Exhibitions

"Loss and Resurrection: A Letter to My Daughter," photography by Manjari Sharma

January 18 - May 17, 2020

This photography series accompanies the following letter from the artist to her daughter:

"You were four months old when I took note that your grandma (who you would soon call naani in Hindi) was progressively uninterested in any self upkeep. Your naani wore the same clothes repeatedly, forgot to trim her nails and told you many long and winding stories about her own childhood. Naani loved telling you stories and, boy, was she a passionate story teller. We all took note that when your naani looked at you and spun her tales that everything else just melted away.

One morning naani opened her eyes, turned on the TV to play her old bollywood favorites and then started dancing, Your naani danced passionately, just like she did everything else, and she didn't stop moving her body to this music for what felt like an hour. A couple of months later we all learned that what she was doing, was dancing to the tune of her slowly escaping mind. Soon there after naani started mixing up her dates, her days and eventually, her people. Siya, while you were four months old, there were days your naani wouldn't eat, nights when that she wouldn't sleep but she sat by a pile of her prayer books and chanted for six hours at a stretch. What agony and turmoil it was to watch her disappear, but looking back now, there seemed to be some astounding parallels between you and her. You were a baby that needed to be taught how to live while your grandmother right before my very eyes was unlearning all she had known about living.

We all watched in awe as she slowly turned all her acquired language and her identity into ether. In the three years to follow your birth, your naani would lose all her speech and all her memories as I watched you form new ones. Make no mistake, your naani wasn't going crazy. This deconstruction of her self awareness came to be diagnosed as Dementia, a condition that couldn't be undone. Your grandpa, your nanu, did everything from praying to the ocean, the pantheon of Hindu gods to chasing doctors, so he may once again live with the Kiran Sharma we all knew. The role of a woman in the 1970's in a traditional Indian family was pretty defined. Your naanu was the breadwinner and your naani was the homemaker and she spoiled every one silly by doting upon us, especially your grandpa. The roles have reversed now as naani has become the baby and nanu the caretaker. Your naanu is an inspiration, he loves her everyday, unconditionally, his heart is broken but he's there for her almost more today than he was before.

While nothing seems to return your naani's stories, she has given us some new ones to write about. Photographing naani seemed like only way I knew I could save her for me and for you. I'm writing you this letter, so you may hold close and one day decode the turbulence and the poetry that unfolded in our world. So you may appreciate your breath and always be close to the myth and memoir that live within you. - Your Mama"

Gallery Hours

Monday - Friday, 9 AM - 4 PM

Schwartz Center for Performing Arts
1700 North Decatur Road
Atlanta, GA 30322