I make a book every year. Lately all my images turn out to be abstractions. I wonder why I feel the urge to do so. Is it the unreality of the situation we all are facing , or am I just tired of all those voices screaming to be heard? I think it is the latter and now I see these abstract images as a temporary check-out or as opportunities to repose.
Although I can no longer bear the language of the noisy crowd, my work is about language too.
An eloquent language, I hope.
Gosh, how I long for eloquence these days!