The Many Ways We Change

This post would be a good illustration of  what happens when good friends open their hearts and their amazing gardens and what their selfless gesture means to me.

For quite a while now, I have been straying from the traditional ways of photography, rather using my camera in the nonchalant ways I would use the brushes or some pastels. I love to observe transformation - the many ways nature turns and transforms right in front of us, sometimes without us even noticing. And just the same, our thoughts transform too, in the process. We learn to see everything in a different way.  

I have been interested in experimenting with colours, shapes and angles, de-composing an image and re-creating a totally different reality. One where I like to concentrate on smaller parts of the scene in front of me and bring out the unseen.

That being said, my friends' garden was really amazing and the occasional still image of random findings found its way into my usual abstracts more than once.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Permission to Despair

What a peculiar, short word is "Now"; yet with the most elusive power.
Say it - and you've already stepped into next minute.
Effaced by faceless automatons who march into the hour
Towards the cubicles located in a central pivot.

Don't front the winter with your collar raised up like a shield,
You're not alone and you are loved; so loose that state of mind.
Somehow we'll make it through this baffling battlefield
Back to the grounds we lost during the daily grind...

This is part of a larger body of work tackling estrangement as a result of feeling overwhelmed.
How does one avoid shutting down? How does one express becoming emotionless in a world seemingly more devoid of feelings, where we become faceless silhouettes, rushing towards oblivion, while being invaded by all these picture perfect selfies?
Is it in the silence beyond that smile that never took off?
Is it in the quiet desperation of the fingers clutching a little too tight to the collar we're raising up as a shield?
How do we find the way back to communicating and being part of the community we live in?