Photographer’s note: For shadows to exist, there has to be light. Greater the intensity, sharper the edges. They are never scarce during the day, neither are they at night. As they attempt to catch up with the subject, there is a delicate dance between the subject, the source (of light) and textured surfaces that await adornment. The shapes dance differently as our perspectives change. With it, we dance along with our shadows – often unaware. Many facets, many shades. Like the moving pictures in the reels of film of old. In between the hues, lost to awareness, forms are created, merged or dissipated just like the different shades of the self. Sometimes at odds with one another. The causation is always an abstraction of reality where the subject and the colours are lost. Can we ever know anything about the subject while the ephemeral animate the motions of existence. We are mostly unaware of that which our shadows touch, yet they touch so much more than what we know of.
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