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Photo Essay: We See Things As We Are

Photo Essay: We See Things As We Are

I see girls walking down the street filled with buildings. The city is packed with city lamps – not human beings. The air is opaque and the sky is cloudy. I sat in a bus stop, sketching my memories. A doctor recommended this as a method of therapy, although I have never been good at drawing. Everything looked vivid inside my head.

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Leap. They say leaping contains movement and movement contains motion. Leaping reminds me of blurry scenes from Wong Kar Wai’s movies, layering across the characters, street vendors, and the buildings that they pass by.

For me, there is always motion in a leap, which changes my position, according to time. As a person who uses cameras, pencils, and pen, as a tool to spill the scenes and dialogues inside my heard, I perceive and consume everything visually. I see things that do not exist in reality.

The pictures I try to capture are how I see them in my head, how I perceive them through my eyes, and sometimes, they are based on the dialogues, songs, and unseen conversation I repeat inside my head, my heart. Bum bum bum. It was as if my heart is a pendulum, swinging right and left into every invisible corner.

I’m Prinka Saraswati. I take pictures mostly with film, and I write. Also, I love creating stories. I love pastel colours, mute expressions and sentimental things.
Allan Gardens Conservatory

Allan Gardens Conservatory

Almost No Memory: A Photo Essay

Almost No Memory: A Photo Essay