Every moment we live and experience is filed-away in the back of our minds as a memory. A camera, in essence, is a box that records memories. This series aims to realize fragments of our thought made malleable by our quietest moments. The aesthetic mimics that of a charred memory, complete with its distorted reality and imperfections. Photographs are objective, memories are subjective. A photograph remembers everything, a memory is a contextual recollection of an emotion. This series is exploratory unto the world of obscure memories and balkanized dreams whilst being firmly grounded in the honesty and veritable perfection of a photograph.
While every image in this series is likened to an obscure thought or fragmented recollection, its sequential progression also attempts to mimic a dream-like visual landscape. Clarity comes in sporadic intervals while contextually becoming increasingly complex. The lonely figure that is “I” is constantly the darkest element in a world that is many shades of grey. There comes a unison of the body and spirit where “I” is no longer a concept of the self, but a spirit of the night. Spirits are fascinating, equivocal, shrouded in mystery. This series explores their character, against light, a luminous painting of an abstruse aura. Photography has made light a tangible medium. As light brings a photo to life, it drowns our apprehensions and fears. However, light is the architect of shadow and darkness- without light there would be no darkness although darkness is indeed an absence of light. I love toying with irony. The series starts with sharp and definite photographs that speak of blurry, abstract ideas and progresses towards blurry, abstract images that radiate sharp and definite ideas. The challenging paradox of achieving sharpness from blur, order from chaos, is the high-point in this series and on a personal level, the most rewarding part of this body of work.