(THE ) ART AND (THE ) ARTIST, YASHANA MALHOTRA

● creation does not need to perform in order to exist. all works are documented and presented as evidence.

Yashana was born in Delhi, India. This is where she spent her childhood

= 0 - 7

She left for London to pursue her degree at Central Saint Martins

= 19 - 25

Until she found herself in the quietness of Yorkshire, United Kingdom

= 7 - 19

She since lives and works between them all, In short doses, where the countryside provides solitude and a place of surrender, the city brings over stimulation and dispersion.

In equal measures both can be bearable.

= 25 - 30

Yashana Malhotra : returning Player
►︎  foundation in art and design ►︎ central saint martins * distinction *
►︎   ►︎ 
►︎  ba womenswear degree  ► central saint martins * first class degree * 
►︎   ► 2021 graduation year

(A) Time of forging self (übermensch)

/ by definition / Friedrich Nietzsche’s Übermensch is an, evolved human who transcends conventional morality, ______________As self-creator, the übermensch defines their own values, affirms life completely (amor fati) and weild spiritual strength as the “poet of their own life” /

From the beginning, my self - discovery — has been the marrow of my work. To task myself with every part of my creative process was a resolution to my need for control. It evolved into more roles to fulfil, more spaces to occupy, more arms to grow.

Until 2020 , I had a refusal towards myself, in turn, my work. Nothing was kept, causing no proof of my works before this period. Only when I forced myself into the dresses I was able to face myself through them. My ability to stand by my work, and in it dissolved vulnerability, and It is a place I have remained.

I wore myself everywhere — the post office, to the grocery store, into the mundane and the significant alike. There was no removal, no context that did not require them.

The insistence on making everything myself cultivated skills my hands would not otherwise have learnt. The garments were impulsive, dictated by mood and by how the fabric wished to move. I never sketched or drafted patterns outside of my head.

Moments before creation always felt like something that had to be expelled. I would make and wear, make and wear, until there were hundreds. Over time pieces that had once felt like me no longer did, as I changed, they became unfamiliar. Wearing garments I had made only weeks before sometimes felt like inhabiting a regressed version of myself.

So I wore them until they aligned, some over one hundred times, some only twice. This is what let to my practice of detachment from former selves — from the dresses that once carried them.

(AN) archive of former selves

A physical preservation of silhouettes that no longer exist in cloth, without the burden of physical possession

(A) time for detachment

The process of detachment was my way forward — I enacted it physically.

I opened the dresses back down to their skeletons. They no longer resembled the structures that once held me upright. Returned to cloth, they bore almost no trace of my body. Only fragments remained: a seam, a fastening, a detail that once distinguished them. The rest was returned to nothing.

There were no determining factors in the selection. A dress that took hours was treated no differently from one that took days. All were equal in their undoing.

Once dismantled, the fabric did not fill the room in the way the dresses once had. In 2023, moving back to London, I dragged bags of these remnants with me - bundles of former selves. I couldn’t be with them any longer but I couldn’t be rid of them either.

I attempted to sit with them, to reconstruct them into something “better”. A few pieces transformed; most remained inert. They lay flat like carcasses — some folded beneath my bed, hidden in kitchen cupboards, others tucked in drawers.

Though no longer functional, the attachment persisted. It took another year before I could let them go entirely.

That final act of release was pivotal.

After it, I created the large woven dress pictured above. All the emotion bound up in detachment gathered into my hands and moved through making. The piece incorporates elements of garments that had existed before — a quiet celebration of them. Strip by strip, woven over hours and days and nights, it became something consolidated rather than fragmented.

The dresses that no longer exist are now preserved in few photographs and videos I captured of them. They exist now only through my experience, memory, and remains of documentation.

“ interiority and exteriority collapse;

eventually,

the art is no longer separate from the artist “

►︎    ► a whole 

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(MEET) The players

Yashana Malhotra

►︎  the creator ►︎ 01
►︎  the creator ►︎ 16.2
►︎  2021 - current  ► 

Yashana Malhotra

►︎  the fashion practice ►︎ 02
►︎  the fashion designer ►︎ 13.4
►︎  2021 - current ► Namesake fashion practice that currently operates on a commission basis, creating 1 of 1 pieces directly for clients. 

Out of your gaze

►︎  the art practice ►︎ 03
►︎ an accumilation of both ►︎ 6.8
►︎  2026 - current ► Out of your gaze is yashana mALHOTRA'S artistic practice CONSISTING OF projects AND ART WORKS.

(the) END

Nothing has been out of choice, all has been necessity. What is necessary is not always a choice, but choices are necessary. my being is choice, but it comes from necessity. what leaks can be wiped but it is unnecessary. to be bare is a choice, maybe, more its necessity. necessity can be covered by choice but it'll wet it's cloth when necessary. what if clothes weep? am i my choice or am i my necessity? am i necessary? what if i never speak? what if loss is what is necessary? is this middle ground, unnecessary? does my footing leave a mark because i am necessary? is choice a rag to wipe the necessity? am i indebt to myself to be necessary? what choice do i have if not my necessity?

18/02/26