Photo-stories

“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.”
― Susan Sontag

Sreedeep‘s photostory: Hostel Art

It’s neither a hotel nor a house. It does not entail the strict commercial reciprocity of a hotel; or the series of obligations that characterise domesticity. A hostel, where a substantial number of the educated youth around the world find themselves for a few liminal years—is a kitsch—worthy of being observed. However, as a space, […]

Adriana Rocha‘s photostory: Quintet

Note from the editor: The submission of this piece appeared unique in its conception and hence is published in the photostory section. The abstraction of the poem and the images, in an invisible overlap, creates a story that can be read in a layered manner. Therefore the poems and the images are not clubbed together […]

Muhammed Munavver‘s photostory: Ludo

Ludo (Survival, hunting, competition, coexistence) Ludo’s exploration of the basic characteristics of survival, hunting, competition, and coexistence .Ludo seems to have entertained the politics of human existence from ancient times to the present. Players will be aware of hunting and survival strategies at the same time.  The goal of each player is to make the […]

Shubhangi Tyagi‘s photostory: Interference, Noise and Time

Artist Statement – As an Artist, I see myself as a bridge to connect different aspects in surroundings and reform them with an optimistic approach. I intend to develop a visual language which can help create a space and dialogue for the viewer to perceive the presence and correlation of different elements across varied circumstances. […]

Ivan Jenson‘s photostory: Phantom of the Phantasm

From crystal clear  to out-of-focus  my vision is  mostly hocus-pocus  from my dream  of spotting my  perfect Pocahontas  in the New York  metropolis  to my over abundance  of inner reflection  sparkling in my iris  like guilty-pleasure  deflection  I am just overly  desirous  like a pre-histrionic  Tyrannosaurus  crushing  every beautiful thing  in this enchanted forest  a […]