“This photograph was shot on my beloved film camera. The one I have kept on me since I was in grade 8, after begging my mother to order it off eBay. It is currently being held together with hair ties. I'm not sure who I am without it. I feel so deeply connected to a physical object. How could I not be, when it often acts as my voice and allows me to show people how deeply in love with them I am.
This portrait is of my mother on her bed. My mothers name is Usha. In Sanskrit this means dawn and symbolizes renewal and rebirth. My mother is rarely pictured in my work as she often shoos the camera away. This particular day she allowed me to take her photo. She wasn't happy with how she looked but told me she shouldn't be vain. She has been looking after her sick mother while working full time. For a long drawn out period of time she has been staring suffering in the eye. On this day she was particularly tired from this. When I think of ouroboros and infinity, I think of the very human things that are eternally repeating within us all. Love and destruction exists in all of our lives and continues on and on throughout history. I see this in my mothers eyes and it both pains me and brings me peace. My mothers love for others is infinite. She does what must be done with a smile on her face and never faulters. She just keeps going. I love her.”