“Do exiles just wander around, or do they look for a home?” Zarina Hashmi asked recently. Being an exile is something of a core identity for the Indian-born, New York-based artist. It began in 1959, 12 years after the traumatic partition of her native country, when her father, like many Indian Muslims, moved the family to the newly declared nation of Pakistan. “Home,” she would recall, “is the center of my universe…my hiding place, a house with four walls, sometimes with four wheels.”

Read More: Dividing Lines and the Art of the Exile

See Also: Zarina Hashmi at the Guggenheim