Being between

This work is about following. I follow myself with a camera, and frame where I am. As the shutter opens and closes, it becomes where I was. Looking back, amid ever shifting grounds, I am followed by what is constant. The photographs show it as my family and my own image, but much of what is constant can neither be seen, nor photographed.

I follow myself with a camera because I don’t know where I am going. I follow myself with a camera because I want to see who was with me, and whom I was missing. I follow myself with a camera to remember the way home.

Will I stop slipping?
Standing still, still as I can (remember? )
Of singing new songs
Goodbye my lover
Clothesline, birds squawking
Pursuing the light
Sundials and hammocks
Sail through
Seconds before leaving
And as I disappear
Of immediate happiness
Surrounded, a familiar home
Near the phattak crossing
Amma with me, always
Another place, a differnt fog
Before he was here
Facing South
Last day, songbirds returning home
Back and forth
Because the fog came in
On a Tuesday morning
Dried grass followed us home
Borrowed veil
Let the whirlwind begin
I am and I was
The earth was red that day
Familiar, unfamiliar
Set me free