Emptying the Void

Suruchi Choksi

A limited edition artist's book of poetry, image and the play of material — a meditation on love, emptiness and becoming.

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Cover of Emptying the Void — white ink blooms radiating on black cloth
The exposed Coptic spine of the book, white thread stitched in bands across the block, catching the light
Coptic binding, exposed spine

About the book

Emptying the Void is a book to hold, and to feel held by. In emptying itself of "I", it makes room for love. Its poems offer refuge and revelation — a way to meet fear and embrace fragility. Absence and presence, words and silence: each illuminating the other.

The boundaries between self and other begin to soften, revealing our place within the intricate weave of all that exists. Rather than seeking answers, the book lingers with uncertainty, inviting moments of quiet recognition.

Each poem is a universe unto itself, waiting to be entered, explored, and perhaps carried along. Words share the page with photographs, abstract imagery, asemic writing and silence, meaning emerging as much through absence as through what is spoken.

Even its form asks for intimacy. The exposed spine allows the book to rest open before the reader, inviting them to sit with it as they would with an old friend. Every element, from the materials to the spaces between words, asks to be encountered slowly. It is in this stillness that Emptying the Void quietly reveals itself.

which we seek refuge forwhich we seek refuge fromwhich we seek refuge in

A dense field of looping asemic marks, a single line of type riding across it: I am now, just a suggestion, that may have been
Six debossed words held in the right of an otherwise empty page: love would be so light, if not love, but light
Proposal for a New Lexicondebossed, no ink
A hand open on grainy ground, a line of spaced words running above it across both pages
No Water No Moon
A dark ink burst high on the page beside three lines of poetry, and far below, I am black, I am white
Dark Matter
An almost empty page carrying two typewritten lines: Q: Who won? A: No one.
Pyrrhic Victories

words

blurred

minglingwithwords

layeruponlayer

saltedpaper

saltandpepper

memories

storiesinclenchedfists

wechasedthefuture

Irememberthebubbles

onourfingertips

pop

pop

pop

nowIamleftwithnothing

nothingiseverything

Ihaveitall

allofit

throughthesoapyfilm

bluepinkpurplewhite

pop

pop

frameafterframe

inslowmotion

mystruggleforagoodheart

Iamawayfarer

chasingbubbles

lightfollowing

darkness

followinglight

Istumbleupontherootsofmemories

trapped

inanexileofmycreation

movingwithin

Iremain

trapped

waiting

forthelastbubble

pop

Burn holes scorched through pale cloth, one edged with red, beside a short poem
Cinderella
A burned aperture in cloth revealing rope and metallic paper beneath
Crumpled butter paper, creased and unfolded, filling the field
Soft curving forms meeting in shadow, with three spaced lines on the facing page: in cupped palms, borrowed water from the sea, my thirst unquenched
Dukkha
The book open on a chair in daylight, the crumpled butter paper page curving up from the poem beside it
A hand lifting a printed page mid-turn, the fingers showing through from behind as light passes through the paper
A concrete poem forming a narrow column, its mirror ghosted faintly behind
Balance Sheet
A red ring glowing out of a black page, a poem set faintly within the dark
Abyss
A page of falling ink lines with a wax seal pressed at its foot, the book open on a chair
Wax seal
A spread with a glassine pocket holding loose printed strips of text, facing an empty page marked only with two brackets
Postponed Poem — loose strips of text in a glassine pocket, for the reader to make their own poem in the empty brackets opposite
A great sweep of ink and blooming dots across the page, a poem set small on the facing side
A Sojourn

Responses

Naveen Kishore, publisher and poet

A Self drained of strength. Decaying. Abandoned in a landscape of ‘ash’ made ‘love’ made ‘absence’ made ‘exile’. Like the silence that seeks refuge in language and image in poems of loss and what can only be called ‘unbelonging’. Imagine being a refugee in your own void.

Jitish Kallat, artist

Emptying the Void is replete with the productive tension between ink and mark, letter and form, word and image … At the heart of these ‘word-probes’ lies self-inquiry and the perpetual search for meaning and catharsis.

The making

Emptying the Void was born in solitude, during a time when the world had withdrawn into itself. In that quiet, I turned to poetry as a way of meeting fear. What began as a private practice gradually revealed something larger: even in isolation, we remain connected.

The poems were written over two years; the book took another twelve months to make, its form emerging alongside the writing. Every choice grew from what each page asked to become — crumpled butter paper, thread-work, pinholes and punctures, handwritten poems, debossed words, the exposed binding. Material became another language, saying what words alone could not.

The paper mill and its workers, the tree that offered its body, the rain and sunlight that nourished its growth, the many hands that shaped this book — their stories live within the fibres of even the seemingly empty pages.

– Suruchi Choksi

The whole book laid out page by page across a studio floor in six long rows
The book laid out on the floor, sequencing
Hands feeding a large sheet of paper into an offset press
Offset printing, Naveen Printers, New Delhi
Proof sheets spread across a studio desk beside a monitor, the printer's workshop beyond
Proofing

Readings — Reading Emptying the Void

2025Launched by Soho House, India Art Fair, New Delhi

2025Art & Charlie Gallery, Mumbai

2025Studio Sirohi, Mumbai

2026JoJo Library, Mumbai Gallery Week

Exhibitions

2024–25Conjunctions, Art Exposure, Kolkata

2026Paper & Play, Gallery XXL, New Delhi

The book resting open on a white gallery shelf, lying flat, the crumpled page rising
Installed, resting open

Acquire

An edition of 300, signed and numbered. Available now, shipped worldwide from Mumbai.

In India — ₹15,000, plus shipping. Available from Trilogy, the curated bookshop and library in Chimbai Koliwada, Bandra.

Elsewhere — USD 250, plus shipping quoted on enquiry. Write to suruchi.choksi@gmail.com with your name and shipping address.

Trade and institutional enquiries — bookshops, museum stores, design libraries and collections are welcome to write for terms and availability: suruchi.choksi@gmail.com

Colophon

Year2024

Edition300, signed and numbered

Dimensions10.5 × 10.5 inches, 208 pages

MaterialsPaper, Gateway paper, thread, wax seal, metallic paper, film

PrintingOffset and screen printing, Naveen Printers, New Delhi

BindingCoptic, exposed spine

ISBN978-93-341-6113-7

PublishedBy the artist

Price₹15,000 in India · USD 250 elsewhere. Shipping additional.

The artist

Suruchi Choksi is a Mumbai-based artist, poet and meditation instructor. Her practice moves between these callings without firm boundaries, with attention serving as both medium and subject across painting, photography, sculpture, poetry and multimedia. She has exhibited widely across India, and her work is held in private and museum collections. She is the author of three books, including the artist's book Emptying the Void.

Artist statement

Driven by awe and a reverence for life, I think of myself as a pilgrim learning to unlearn. Each day reminds me that the magical and the mundane are not separate. Even the ordinary can be alchemised by the way I relate to it.

Working across painting, photography and poetry, I seek forms that hold what is emerging even as something else dissolves. My practice begins with a way of looking: one that meets continual change with curiosity, asks how the tangles that limit us might gently come undone and wonders what becomes possible when we recognise that none of us exists independently. Looking long enough until the boundaries between what is me and what is not me start to feel nebulous.

Making is a continual practice of loosening the stories I tell about who I am, and wondering how my presence might become an act of care.

Conservative and radical, rebellious and reasonable, I remain a well-behaved rascal.

– Suruchi Choksi