On Mithu Sen’s website the word “un-home” floats searchingly across the screen. Enter her virtual home, and it becomes clear that the unlocking of the negative prefix “un” parenthesizes much of the work of this West Bengali artist. Sen’s multidisciplinary practice folds poetry, drawing, performance and video work into lyrical contemplations on sexuality, identity, and loss. Language, with its calamitous force to unite or destroy, lies at or near the core of many of her endeavours. Her dreamlike video installation “I have only one language; it is not mine”, created for the Kochi-Muziris Biennale in 2014, seeks to transcend the boundaries of conventional language in search of non-verbal dialogue. A fictional young woman named Mago, who communicates in a made-up language, whiles her days away seesawing between boredom, loneliness, gossip, and despair. She lives with other emotionally and sexually abused young girls in a government orphanage in Kerala whose lush settings and tropical climate masks its grim reality. A haze of ambiguity hangs over the production that veils identity and perspective. As the camera shifts from her body into the hands of the girls and back, the artist fluctuates between observer and collaborator and from confidante and the observed. The emotive nebulousness is underscored by the sketch-like quality of the film which fuses tropical plants, red carpeting, drawings, and small hanging sculptures into an immersive environment that draws the visitor into these young women’s lives and demonstrates that memories and emotions are the true semantics of our shared humanity. At Thomas Erben through February 16.