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Current exhibitions

Current Exhibitions


Throwing light, casting doubt, telling tales: Making The Postcard Women’s Imaginarium:

I created and set up the project called Making The Postcard Women’s Imaginarium in August 2018 and began to invite other artists, poets and writers to respond to colonial postcards of women. I had started a new body of work called Palimpsests: Presences of Others after I had found a postcard of a so-called ‘Egyptian woman’. I was already working with found images of women from magazines and media. I started collecting more postcards from Egypt. I wanted to find a way to approach the so-called ‘Egyptian woman’ on these postcards as a way to approach my own Egyptian and British identity. I found unexpected lineages and relationships stretching across time, history and unequal power relationships. I began using the aesthetics of ornament and my understanding of the Zar ritual, which had long fascinated me, as visual/physical metaphors for how marginalised and erased identities and colonising presences could be hidden beneath the images of the postcard women, and so perhaps are hidden within me. The Zar ritual – repeated gestures, movements, role-play, concepts, songs, rhythms, scents, objects - passed on over generations, works to sustain embodied memories of those generations and their origins, identities and histories, carried to Egypt via enslavement and war from far away places. It is also a ritual that helps women to deal with oppressive, malign or foreign forces beyond their control. The purpose is not to expel those presences, but to find accommodation and ways of being that permit healing. I began projecting over the Postcard Women, overlaying them with traces and patterns, light and shadow, using materials to suggest those past auras, presences, movements and ways of being that may have been deeply embodied in ‘her’ personal and every day life. Identity and memory of past generations, their pain, trauma and knowledge is handed down in the flesh. 

Find out more on the Postcard-Imaginarium blog.


Fringe Arts Bath 2019 - Enshrine curated by Rekah Sameer 24th May - 9th June

Excited to be participating in Fringe Arts Bath festival 2019

I will be exhibiting A Shrine for my Left Hand as part of the Enshrine exhibition curated by Rekah Sameer

Title: A Shrine for my Left Hand

Media: watercolour paper, collage, watercolour, gold leaf, gold dust, graphite, Kyoto ink, Indian ink, vintage Pitt Rivers Museum display box with glass front.

Dimensions: 31.5cm H x 20.5cm W x 5cm D

About:  This shrine contains an imprint of my left hand palm down. From this I created a Middle Eastern Khamsa (meaning 5) with a central 3rd eye. Behind my hand you can see 7 smaller golden images of left hands and a sacred doorway leading to the unknown. The indexical imprint of my hand is a direct connection between this shrine and my body. It is therefore a kind of relic of my body.

7,5,3 are magical numbers.

What have I enshrined? My sacred left hand. My life. It is the hand with which I create art, and it is connected to the right side of my brain that creates embodied understanding of the world, wholeness, empathy and mystery. My left hand is also on my actual physical left side so it is connected to my weakness and my illness. It is both my strength and my failing. I enshrine my weakness as my strength.

I have also enshrined, protected and adorned my sacred beliefs.

My belief in the ability of the body, through the 3rd eye of intuition and instinct, to reach beyond the palpable world of reality. Like the pineal gland, the 3rd eye can sense darkness and light. Perhaps it is the seat of my premonitions. I sense the coming of darkness sometimes and other times the light. I saw my illness months before it arrived.

My belief that touching is seeing. The eye cannot see without touch. The 3rd eye is also the eye of the hybrid person from two cultures who sees both sides, sees from within and without. I am from the East and from the West. I see both sides. I am not either/or but both/and.

My belief in the power of ornament to shimmer and ensnare the body and its sensations, to engage the body in its haptic tactile embrace, and lead the body to deeper understanding. Ornament also entraps the evil gaze so that it becomes lost and confused, wandering the corridors of beauty. Ornament adores, adorns, uplifts and enshrines.

I have enshrined my duality – Eastern and Western, left and right, darkness and light, spiritual and physical, strength and weakness, science and magic. Where duality is not opposition but harmony.

In many cultures the left hand is sinister, dangerous, sly and weak. Maybe my left hand is all these things because it is the gateway to what is not understood. In my Islamic upbringing and at my Catholic school, the left hand was seen as connecting to the dirty and the devilish. They all tried to correct my weakness.

So I enshrine, the dirty and the devilish too. And my weakness.



Remind Me To Remember at Brock Keep Gallery Reading 12th July - 15th July 2018

I will be exhibiting  works/installations that interweave and connect with each other on themes of body, memory and the passing of time and evoke the memory of body through sound and touch.  I wanted to make use of the unusual and fascinating gallery space at OpenHand OpenSpace – its strangeness, and how it is like an old shell, with scars and marks that recall it’s own past, and how there is a certain quality to voice and sound within it’s walls. 

About the Speechless Installation:

A key structural metaphor for me in this new work on memory, aging and passing of time is the shell or casings, but also other residues and deposits like bones and minerals. White ‘remains’ of ‘histories’.

It seems to me that memory is like a secretion, an exudate that we accumulate, that builds layers slowly over time to create chambers around us. The world passes through us, and emerges as altered residues that create a shell around us that replaces reality. What becomes fossilised or crystallised, and what is lost in this process? The shell that the body has secreted around itself, or inside itself, retains within its physical structure the traces, marks, patterns and formations relating to its past. This secondary body of memory and recollected sensations is created in the space between body and mind. Between reality and imagination. It is a constant framework through which we see and feel that grows in strength as we age.  

Memories are deeply seated in the body. We remember sensations. Our body remembers.

The shell and the pearl or nacre secreted by it is encumbered with notions about the female body. The secretions of the female body are often taboo. This work is very much about what a woman’s body remembers. I have created a series of ‘viewings’ using various means to create the distortions, alterations, fragments and glimpses that characterise memory. We are always kept at a distance by memory. Touch, smell, sound, image, as if behind a glass.

When I created this installation I asked myself: What is the relationship between the private, personal memory and social, political, cultural, historical memory? What meta-forces shape us, carve us out, create our desires, and experiences, and alter our senses?

We are not free to only remember our own ‘truths’. What truth is there to our memories? I don’t have the luxury of forgetting the colonial past that hugely affected my father’s life, and which brought my father and mother together. These cross-generational and cross-cultural memories became mine. Forgotten histories must be remembered.

Shell Bell Shaking - graphite Indian Ink watercolour collage acrylic gold dust pigment on acid free cartridge paper 84.1cm x 59.4cm

Shell Bell Shaking - graphite Indian Ink watercolour collage acrylic gold dust pigment on acid free cartridge paper 84.1cm x 59.4cm


 I will be exploring a notion of memory as residing within the body and a notion of memory being like a sediment or fossil that builds up over a life time, like the layers of material that create bone, chalk or shell.

This ‘shell’ of memory then creates the space in which we live out our later years and is an idea of memory as physical, an accretion of sensations of the body over decades. The memory-body or shell has been shaped by traumas, pains, joys, people and environments, substances and materials we have touched and that touched us. But crucially it has also been formed and deformed by society/culture and what is ‘expected’ of the female body. There is an understanding that as we grow older we remember the past more than we think about the future. So the ‘memory body’ takes over our ‘real body’, and we live in its corridors and spaces with echoes of the sounds and touch of our past, but also with the sounds of our younger bodies and how they were ‘admired’ and ‘required’ to have certain attributes.


The Sorrows of The Body Part I - Remedy - Head of Forgetfulness and Oblivion

The Sorrows of The Body Part I - Remedy - Head of Forgetfulness and Oblivion

The organs of the body assert themselves over the mind. It is well known that pain and trauma are often buried by the body/consciousness. The body decides what we recall. It hides or fades out some memories, and others it suddenly produces after decades of forgetting. We have sayings like ‘time heals all wounds’. Yet somewhere in each organ are traces of all experience. Memory as pattern, carved out shapes, and etched marks and residues of sensations we felt and things we did. I imagine that each organ has been stitched, carved, ornamented, with these passing sensations, a gut feeling, our altered breath, touch on our skin making our heart beat.

The Sorrows of The Body - Part II - Lady' lungs - with a gut feeling -The Ornament of Sensation

The Sorrows of The Body - Part II - Lady' lungs - with a gut feeling -The Ornament of Sensation



Reading Contemporary Art Fair April 2018 


Getting ready for Reading Contemporary Art Fair Saturday 21st and Sunday 22nd April 2018. 

Welcome to my page for Reading Contemporary Art Fair 2018.

I will shortly be uploading a video about my first artist book What it is like to have a Woman's Body. This work is about the quirky painful eccentric and bizarre world of having a woman's body. It is a visual exploration of my own subjective embodied  experience. I am interested how social and cultural expectations shape and mould our bodies and body image. 

My practice is about embodiment and the senses. How does the world of touching and feeling carve out body imagery? What is the body in the mind?

This is my first art fair in quite a while, having had some time off to fight a critical illness. But I have been making work again for some months now and am excited to have this opportunity to share it. I will be posting images of new works and progress regularly on Instagram @salmacaller so please come and say hello and see what I am creating for Reading Contemporary. 

Making Curiosity boxes. 

Materials – Collage, watercolour, Indian Ink, graphite, gold pigment dust, acid free 300gsm rough watercolour paper and recycled vintage museum boxes.

May also contain found objects:  poppy seed head, clay pipe, wood, and other materials.

*About the Curiosity Boxes: The woman’s body was once regarded as a curiosity, a strange ‘other’ in relation to the male body and to some extent still is. Both she and her parts have been and sometimes still are variously treated as bizarre, as potent and dangerous, as monstrous, unclean or repellent, or as ornamental and vacuous.

I will also be regularly updating this page with sneak peaks of new pieces so do come again ! 




Previous exhibitions:

Lilies for Oscar Wilde on show at Reading Museum until January 2018:

Criticism will annihilate race-prejudices, by insisting upon the unity of the human mind in the variety of its forms. If we are tempted to make war upon another nation, we shall remember that we are seeking to destroy an element of our own culture
— The Critic As Artist - Oscar Wilde

Press release:

"A cultured Mahomedan" : Two flowers for Oscar Wilde have been dedicated to cultural diversity, tolerance and Black History Month by artist Salma Ahmad Caller.

Lilies for Oscar Wilde is a fascinating idea for a collaborative art installation in tribute to Oscar Wilde that will be unveiled at Reading Museum, located in Reading town centre not far from the historic Reading Gaol where Oscar Wilde was incarcerated. This collaboration will bring together the works of  over 60 artists and makers who live and work in Reading and will run from October 2017 (Black History Month), until January 2018.

Artist Salma Ahmad Caller has taken a unique and timely cross-cultural approach towards her tribute with two works that call attention to startling and often overlooked views in Oscar Wilde’s writings.

Salma says: ‘My tributes to Oscar Wilde are about the tragedy of the gaze. The danger of looking at those forbidden to us, the violence of looking at others who are different from us without seeing them, or as if into a mirror, and the violence of the patriarchal and colonial gaze. I engaged with Oscar Wilde’s play Salome, his essays The Decay Of Lying and The Critic As Artist where Wilde discusses art and ornament and quotes a ‘cultured Mahomedan’ in support of his opinions, and discusses ‘race-prejudices’. Wider notions of Orientalism and ornament also inform my work. I wondered who might this cultured Muslim have been? In Lily-2 I feature the intelligent calm face of freed slave Ayuba Suleiman Diallo, a cultured aristocratic Muslim from Senegal. In both works I foreground the Black Slave, the Syrian slave prince, and Salome, a woman and a Jew, and effectively also a slave, as main ‘character’ petals of each theatrical lily featuring Non-Western faces and objects.’

Title of works: Salome: A Tragedy in One Act of Looking: Lily-1 Dreaming in Black and White, and Lily-2 A Cultured Mahomedan.

Materials: 300gsm acid free watercolour paper, collage, Indian Ink, acrylic, gesso, watercolour, gold and silver pigment, acrylic mirror, wire.

Dimensions: H 45cm (stem 30cm) x W 25cm across


The Bodies of Dolls: Patterns of Sensation

September 2017 - November 2017:

I am delighted to be exhibiting two of the four Bodies of Dolls at the beautiful and stylish Nylon Salon in Reading:

 Myriad of the Hollows,  and Velvet Silk Purse -  from The Bodies of Dolls: Patterns of Sensation series.

You can read the full text about these new works below. 

June 2017 - August 2017:

Delighted to have been exhibiting my work  in Jelly Reading's  new exhibition space in Broad Street Mall and to have been part of the
Open For Art  weekend festival
forming part of Reading's Year of Culture 2017
30 June - 2 July 2017  in Reading



The Bodies of Dolls: Patterns of Sensation

This series of works on paper by artist Salma Ahmad Caller, explores the notion of the female body as an idea that is constructed, made like a folk doll’s body, from materials both real and imagined. The folk doll or fashion model is patterned and marked by how a society thinks about femininity. Each material used to make ‘her’ carries it’s own set of cultural notions, sensations and associations.‘She’ is often ornamented with patterned textiles, jewels, silk, velvet, embroidery, pearls, shells, tassels, bells, or associated with flowers, fruits and fertility, or with lace, nets, knots and webs, creating textures that carve ‘her’ body into zones of social and sexual importance.

Forces of cultural and social expectations mark and carve our bodies but also the things we touch and feel are etched onto us, mapping zones and patterns of our experiences, our traumas and losses, our sensuality and feeling.

Bringing the biological and the ornamental together to subvert the usual imagery of the female body, Salma uses decorative and ornamental forms, arabesques, whiplash and sinuous lines, and curvilinear shapes in her work, as a language of the biological sensational body, to try and capture the body we feel not the body we think we see.

The shape of the bodies of the ‘dolls’ in this series is based on the paisley tear drop shape or Boteh. An ‘Eastern’ ornamental form that has travelled and transformed across time. It has complex origins in many cultures, mainly from Iran, Azerbaijan and India and now has many connotations, of colonial trade, and a feminised and orientalised idea about ornament. Yet it had a previous changing life of meaning across cultures, symbolising or embodying concepts of eternity, life, of humility, of being bent under the weight of conquest, a fruit, a seed, a pine, a flower, a tear, that were not reserved for the feminine only.

These works on paper have been made using graphite, Indian Ink, collage, watercolour, acrylic and gold pigment.


Poems which accompany the works

The Shell Bell Shaking Doll

(Aluminium silver wax fur hair beads glass twine carved wooden body musk leather lace shells bells)

She was a multi-purpose object

And made a variety of textural sounds

Chinking of bells

Clicking of shells

The dull thud of organs suspended within a hollow

Their deep and heavy percussion


Tasselling around her


Metallic fragments

Sound out from pale bells

And whitish shells

A chalky body

Carved and curved

Arching over

Her painfully embroidered beaded fabric heart

Lungs of lace rustling

Under a dome

Her shells and her bells

Rang out in another realm

Skeins of silvered twine

Slivers of shivering glass

Pelts of soft fur that cannot warm her

Hand strokes of paint are

Memories of a gentle touch

An aura of sound and movement

Are shaking out of her still


Silk Velvet Purse Doll

A mille-feuille

A body of a thousand layers

A thousand gauze tissues

A thousand substances

Concealing a darkened chamber


A heavy velvet pouch

Profligate sensual reclining body feeling inwardly

Reaching caressing touching exploring the textures of the inside of a dark and empty space

Where nothing is also everything

A costly ornate body of sensation

Silk velvet skin silk thread silk tassel nerve endings

Silent silken hair spreading

A dense and tactile embroidery surrounds her slits tips lips edges and borders

Wires closely over-sewn create

Her ribs

Brushing stroking heating and burnishing

Made a body that is close textured lustrous gleaming and smooth

Intricate and laborious twisting and twirling of twines

Tiny invisible stitches hold rivets that hold rivulets

Of silk ending in the darkness

Where dreaming continues

The sleeping and dreaming of her invisible body

That dreaming heavy velvet body

Held in the darkness by a skin of sound

Pearl fastenings fasten her breast

Silk velvet velvet silk

Threads pulled tightly holding her in holding her inwards

Net gauze tissue

Lace wire mesh


Locks of glossy hair

Fine shimmering strands of metal thread

Seeds metal beads sequins

A weaving of delicate traps that subdue mesmerise and enclose

Hiding her in intricacy and leading to labyrinths of the eternal


The Unravelling Glassfire Doll


Then violently quenched

Her core a cluster of delicate fractures

Never healed by a gentle annealing

Too quick from the glory hole

Chunked chinked cracked cleaved

From within a deeply frozen stillness a strangely faint sound

Is waiting and at some uncertain time shall detonate

Cold steel lips blew a breath of life from another

A first tiny bubble flickering down a blowpipe

Dispersing throughout her body

Bubbles of air and gases trapped in her cooling molten

Silesia silveria body

A bulbous soliflore

Starkly necked

To bear only one gift

A fluted and embossed tear

Chorded with textures and densities

That throw the light about

A blank and clear complexion

Imploded with a surge of burning rose

Her excess delicately unravelling spun glass



Myriad of the hollows

With an eye in every cell

Splitting and spitting

Seeds and jewels

Saint of the hollows

Myriad of the Sorrows

The vessel of the body curves about a sacred hollow of emptiness

Out of which a carved voice unfolds

That dark pod concealed with a shimmering Membrane

Infinitely embracing each pip

Myriad Miriam Maryam Madonna of the Pomegranate

Resurrection of shadows.