Memories of Home

At the age of 14, I left home for my life in boarding school. Since then, I have been away. First for school, and then for my higher education in the United States. Through the years, I had sort of learnt to conveniently distance myself from home.

I believe it must have been a survival mechanism that my young brain had learnt to cope with the distance. I was constantly aware of the fact that this place I had called home for the longest period of my life was something temporary. Something I would have to leave again.

 

The images in this body of work communicate a sense of eerie nostalgia. They communicate how I see my home now: familiar, but somehow distant. Every time I return, I find pieces of the home I left behind in the corners of our house, our streets and our city. Much of it remains, but my relationship to it has changed.

 

Through these images, I want the viewers to experience that sense of longing—the constant push and pull between what I have lost and what remains.