ANONYMOUS TONES
Humans leave traces of their last movement onto their surrounding objects,when someone walks out, the space leave something to tell about that someone’s existence. chairs,cloths, papers and materials leave a memory of them. Sometimes as narratives, The space there becomes words for someone to share a memory about, A reminiscence which imbued onto generations leaving seeds of ancestral affection for something that once beautifully existed.
These narratives of the past are treasures to dwell upon, Photographs were one such timeless material
that could hold a fleeting moment, a smile, a conscious gesture to exist even after that moment have
passed, I keep revisiting to them, photos of known as well as unknown, draperies, patterns, houses
and little what’s visible on sides of photographs.
