Being Between — lali khalid

Weeded ponds and stone walls

Weeded ponds and stone walls

Circling, still

Circling, still

A new stage

First, maybe the last?

First, maybe the last?

The escape, maybe it's near?

The escape, maybe it's near?

Dead fish, floating

Dead fish, floating

Pursuing the light

Pursuing the light

The high, recovering

The high, recovering

Those days, a memory

Those days, a memory

The last goodbye

The last goodbye

With Amma, praying

With Amma, praying

Narrow galian, tall houses

Narrow galian, tall houses

Of, home

Seconds before leaving

Seconds before leaving

Before it collapsed

Before it collapsed

Clothesline, birds squawking

Clothesline, birds squawking

As the kites circled

As the kites circled

When are you coming back?

When are you coming back?

Of hammocks and sundials

Of hammocks and sundials

Standing still, as still as I can (remember?)

Standing still, as still as I can (remember?)

Another letter

Watching me, watching you

Watching me, watching you

I can count on my fingertips

I can count on my fingertips

Of immediate happiness

Of immediate happiness

As the fog came in

As the fog came in

Of singing songs

Of singing songs

Facing South

Being Between
(2013 - Present)

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.