Textures of Time

Have you seen a wall bleed…?

I’ve seen it. Not just bleed but crack and peel under the summer sun, I’ve seen it swell during the rains, showers seeping through its pores, I’ve seen it silently covered within a blanket of thick green moss… I have closely observed the seasonal metamorphoses it undergoes… almost like a canvas that’s constantly being painted by time.

My love with textures began in the early days of NID, where as a Photography student I was taught to look carefully through the lens. The view finder opened a new world for me; I started to look closely at surfaces and could see vivid forms emerging out of mundane things. The intermingling of strange shades of colors, the stark juxtaposition of forms & patterns resulting in a heady labyrinth of sorts… An old plank of wood weary with age, the Iron Gate wrapped in rust, the parchment seeped in sepia tinted stains…

I would get attracted to everything that was “aging beautifully with time”. It was a joy seeing old posters peep out from a new coat of paint, the cracks on the road swallowing the freshly painted pedestrian signs, grainy copper locks latched on to old blue forgotten doors… thus began the journey in pursuit of capturing the decadence of time…

As I travel for work or for the joy of it, I witness a visual montage created by the residue of time. An ever-changing play of textures that forms a skin to the surface of things…

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old – Franz Kafka