What is Abstraction

This photograph was clicked in a garage, and it’s not really what it looks like. The whole thing is a lie, to be honest. If you were to ask me, I’d tell that this is an aerial shot of a river passing by the mountains on the moon. The one we have. It really is that to me.

Abstraction is a friend of mine that I get to play with in my photographs. I never really want the pictures that I click to be obvious in the story that they tell. What’s so fun in that? You wouldn’t like a trailer that gives you the whole plot of the movie in as little time as possible. I wouldn’t watch that movie.

And, here in this photo I see that the movie might just never really present itself to me – making it impossible to ever come to a conclusion.

Would you be able to live with that unmet feeling forever? How long would it take for you to stop being okay without knowing what you see? To me, it’s just okay to never know. I mean, that’s the point of these concepts that you’ll never fully understand, never come to conclusion with. That’s their whole point. And, I’d say they’re doing a great job at being sources of confusion, anxiety and uncertainty.

Abstraction is just that to me. It is to approach a concept with an eye that’d basically defy all the meaningful stories you could possibly associate with that concept.

To the moon.

Into The Unknown

This photo was taken on my trip to Tirupati with my family. It’s not the kind of trip I’m most fond of, visiting temples and praying all the time. I am there for the times to spend with my family. That’s all I am there for, plus for the feel of travelling. Where I get to click photos, eat new kinds of dishes and meet new people.

And, this picture was taken on my way back from Tirupati. I can’t remember the location in precise memory, because I never tend to keep a track of cities very well when I pass by them. I mean, with a view like this while you sit in the train – moving, listening to music – it only makes sense for other senses to fade away. All I can see, hear and taste is the scent of freedom.

I get detached into reality.

Only if I were to choose from the two roads, I would die but choose. The uncertainty in my life is only true, and terrifyingly painful at times. But, sometimes it is the best option I’ll ever have – to not know. There is pain, but there is also relief in a way. What if you knew what you never had to? There comes peace in not taking control of what’s right and what’s wrong. Who am I to tell me who I am?

In this confusion lies a tree next to the lake, where I shall visit every now and then. Me alone, in the mist of unknowns, peacefully watching the fishes swim from this end to the middle of the lake. There’s beauty in what hides beneath the crust. As I watch the train passing by, I am greeted by the kid inside. Who is this child? Do I know him? Before it’s too late, I realise I’ll never know. And, I feel relief rushing through my brain for not knowing a few things in life.

The child asks me, as I sleep the day “Who are we to wonder where we’re going?” And, I feel relief rushing through my brain for not knowing a few things in life. Not knowing it is me waving from the train. I mean, it’s me who clicked this photograph. Yeet.