Shifting Horizons
(2023–ongoing)
Dhaka doesn’t stop growing. Every time I travel to its edges—Purbachal, Ashulia,Birulia, Aftabnagar, Uttara, Keraniganj—I see another piece of land vanish. Wetlands filled in, farmlands cut up, forest patches shaved down. Even the low hillocks are gone. These places aren’t just empty ground. They’re working systems. They hold floodwater, let fish spawn, give shade, feed families. Once they disappear under concrete, the balance tips, and the loss feels permanent.
My project is trying to ask: when the city builds over its own life support, what’s left? We usually measure Dhaka by how many people it holds, or how many high-rises go up each year. But there’s another story—quieter, but heavier. Wetlands that once swallowed the monsoon now gone, farmers finding their soil too thin to grow anything, canals that held native fish paved into drains. People talk about traffic, pollution, heat waves—but so much of it comes back to this: nature stripped away, piece by piece.
Shifting Horizons tries to look at expansion differently. Ecology comes first in the frame, humans next—because they’re bound together anyway.
