Aanika Akkaraju

                 @disassembling.aanika




Mouth Full Of Flies (Installation and performance), 2025. City street signs, steel, acrylic tubes, etc.
It’s Not In My Nature, 2024. Two jars full of water and oranges, needle and thread, etc, 18 minutes.

The Heretic, 2024. Municipal tree grate, used  trash bins, found wood, etc, 3 x 4 x 7 feet.
 Aanika is giddy, and fawning, and deeply in love with Allston’s alleys. 
Aanika is tired, and hopeless, and remembering how to breathe. Aanika
is full of love and rage. Aanika’s work does not bear the seeds of 
revolution but the exhaust of revolutionaries. Their art is that of refuse, 
taking in discards seen on the sidewalk and in crumbling buildings. They 
work around their body, making spaces and beings which tower over, 
threaten, lurk, or cower. The story they tell is both unheroic and anti-
climactic—concerned with failure, impotence, and smallness. They aim 
to both hold and behold our squishy bodies, our erratic patterns, and our 
precarious positions.