Tales
This project is a compilation of different images i have created with the intention to tell some stories and to insight different interpretations of them.
Hope
She spends a lot of time on her work, It's the only thing in her life that keeps her going. There are people around her but she will never see them, they will never see her.
This loneliness brings her to a state of tranquility and melancholy. Her reasons for work are unknown, Maybe she does it for the sake of it, or maybe it’s the only thing that gives her hope.
I feel the same way, but I will never be able to communicate with her.
I may not be a Frog, but I am a Crow
I may not be a frog, but I am a Crow.
There was a story that my grandmother used to tell me when I was a kid. It was about three crows. I remember her telling me about how two of those crows were functional but the third one kept messing up. The 2 crows split their responsibilities with the 3rd crow, eventually giving it a sense of purpose.
When she recited the story, I always attributed it to myself and my two siblings.
Initially, I thought of myself as the messed up crow, but the truth is that the roles have kept switching throughout the years.
Gloomy Tales
I hate sad stories, long-winded tails of gloomy personal life.
I asked this man if I could smoke in his rikshaw once, He said “ You can drink as well, do whatever you want, just don’t blow it my way”
I was a little taken aback by this response so I proceeded to put out my cigarette when he said -
“I’ve done everything myself, but I’m never drinking again.”
I’d like to imagine
I was out on the balcony for a smoke. Casually looking down at people looking like ants. I saw a man walking alone.
I’m sure he comes from mundane life and there was nothing unusual happening, But I’d like to imagine.
“He walks away from a pool of blood he spilled and ventures deep into a place he might regret going to.”
I can taste blood’s iron in the air.
Competition with my Mom
I went to a nursery a few days ago, It reminded me of Home.
A simple comfortable life with a sprinkle of family fights.
Soon I will have enough potted plants to compete with my mom.
There was a Man
There was a man who would come and collect garbage in front of my house every morning.
Everyday We would notice him work tirelessly for 4 hours and leave but never reached out to him.
He would take no breaks before the 4th hour when he would stop, light smoke, and leave.
I always wondered what was going on in his life and the impact his profession has on his family.
He was most likely born into this profession.
I wonder what his dreams were. I bet his kids have dreams too.
I hope they come true.
Conclusion
It was a really nostalgic and research-intensive process to construct and piece this project together.
One of the specific images that I really connected to was the “I may not be a Frog, but I am a Crow” (3 crows in the sunset).
That image was particularly chosen to isolate the crows from the metallic structure. One of the crows just happened to flutter his wings which added to the whole concept I was building. The structures around the crow create a sense of them being out of place.
I selected particular colors to create a sense of whimsy that a typical grandmother story would have.
In conclusion, this activity was very fulfilling as it helped me look deeper into stories and also gave me inspiration to create some of my own.
