Many years later than my peers, with the desire to start exploring visual autobiography - self portraiture? I have discovered the impressive internal transformation that Photoshop has to offer.
The concept of the individual journey has been under fire in my life in recent times.
"If I hear one more person say that it's just a part of their Journey..."
"I'm sick and tired of this New Age crap, it's not her Journey, we need to speak the truth as we see it and tell her to pull the plug..."
I am swayed by these passionate arguments.
In moments like this one I cannot think of a better way to describe this non-linear life that I lead. It takes time, sometimes moments, sometimes years to understand things and for them to fall into place as they should. In 1997 my graphic design teacher showed me how to use photoshop. In 2012 I reopened the program... Seeds are sown, paths are walked, mountains are climbed.
Words cannot do justice to the immense satisfaction I am experiencing using this medium.
This photograph was taken in the foothills of the Himalayas. This was a hard time for me. I was sick, very sick. I was taking photographs. I was beyond lonely and I was doing nothing with my hands.
My hands are more valuable than I can explain. I even hesitate to write this as I am afraid to jinx them.
Doing nothing with my hands but my feet were in overdrive. taking me forward, holding me up and being injured, stubbed toes on the streets of Kolkata, cuts and bruises, all the while moving forward. These are the feet that were treated to new shoes from a stranger. While the feet were working the hardest they ever had my hands lay still. When I travel again I will take something to weave, or sew, or mould.
These hands weren't made for wringing.
