Its Incipience 2013

It has been many years since my mother gave birth to me in one of the rooms of our house. The years passed so fast full of ups and downs. What you are watching are placeographies of my whole life. A narrative of shape of lost time and getting on with accumulation of memories, a narrative without mere storytelling. I am present in the frames till what causes forgetfulness and change can’t disassociate my past life and my today’s world of photography. Abrasion supplies channels for ruining and changing an object, a place and a house, but never can manipulate or ruin a memory and this is that intact incident of photographic world that swallows me.