Fragility emerges from exodus. Homes become fragile when not inhabited. Humans become fragile when they exit their selves.
Bonds are what sustain everything and when bonds are intact, things look sturdy and resolute with strength to survive and withstand. Bonds are like invisible umbilical cords running across cross-sections of societies, nature, cultures, individuals, beliefs.
With their breaking everything moves closer to the margins of existence, starts to perish. Lights drown in darkness, people flee landscapes, eyes stop seeing. Life is on the brink.
I have tried to portray this loss through my pictures. In the course of taking these pictures I realized how something vital had snapped between things. Things, persons, nature stood as strangers to each other. Life had departed to its remotest recesses from where it could neither be seen nor heard; a shadow existence lurking in the dark nooks.
Which way the wheel has turned? I questioned myself in strange soliloquy.