It is a series, which originally stems out of my voyeuristic tendencies to know people, get an insight into their psyche and beliefs, their fantasies and fears and then to make photographs based on their choice, whether it being their fantasy, a quirk or maybe a reality they want to express via a visual.
I have had a really insightful time making these photos and interacting with people and getting a more insight into them as people from the concept of the photo to the final execution, and want to explore more people and continue on this journey.
My body is my paycheck; people visit at night and worship these muscles with lust and devotion.
In a moment of vengeance or maybe just fear, I stab him. Gulping down water, I realize I was once a 9 to 5 worker, a law-abiding citizen, but not anymore. My life will never be the same…neither will his.
I had the choice to lead a comfortable life. But instead I chose to face innumerable hardships in a bid to serve my country. Yes, I am a Commando in the making.
Pouring one’s heart and soul into one’s creation isn’t easy, and you never know when you stop being the creator and start becoming a part of your creation…
Sometimes I lie in the same position he made me take all those years back, as his breath violated my body. I remember the trauma but I cannot scream…the silence of abuse still echoes in the empty room…
The creature of fantasy is forced to survive in this human habitat…but is living or just existing?
If my body and desires are fluid, why should I hem my clothes against the ‘natural’ flow? Just like the river, my being stands strong against the societal norms of categorizing everything.
Inside, I am free, the male and the female blending into one self.
The underwear I collect are my trophies…of varied designs and make…many far too precious to ever wear!
The world might think I’m weird but do I care?
The only ones who understand me anymore are those who are always silent. Don’t tell me they’re not real, just because you didn’t get invited to my party.