I have had my share of personal crises; both physical and psychological.
With every crisis,, be it the untimely loss of a loved one or long periods of isolation due to seizures; there comes with each one a cycle of construction and deconstruction, a transition, a slow growth, an intimate observation, the push and pull between the visceral and the rational, and the intensity of it only increased over time. This whole experience brought with it a lucidity, and I started to celebrate intimacy with people and my surroundings. The nostalgia, the memories, the stories evolved with every layer shed, and with new ones that replaced them, and still continue to evolve.
My desire for intimacy is expressed through my photographs and illustrations.
The process of doing it is physical and subjective but simultaneously ambiguous and objective.
And sometimes it is almost voyeuristic, making me a fly on the wall.