The Home I carry with me

Description :

This series reflects on memory, distance, and the fragile ways we hold on to home. Through Polaroid emulsion lifts, cyanotypes, and digital prints, I explore how images can fade, blur, or shift over time, mirroring the way memories transform. Each piece is small and intimate, printed on postcard-sized paper to invite closeness and touch. Imperfections are embraced, not corrected, because memory itself is never neat. The work becomes a quiet archive of people, places, and fleeting moments that stay with me, even as life moves further away.


Art Statement

I’ve been trying to hold on to the feeling of home, even as life keeps pulling me further away. And home isn’t really a place anymore.
It’s Suneetra’s cooking mixed with her endless complaints about guests, my mom’s perfume lingering in every corner, Hussa and dad chilling in the living room like nothing ever changes, Bido screaming because he lost an online game, and friends & cousins filling the house with laughter, inside jokes, and late-night talks.
It’s the sounds, the scents, the people I love, and the quiet spaces in between. Some of the prints didn’t turn out the way I planned.
They’re faded, uneven, some even look like those tourist cyanotypes outside The Met. But that’s the point.
Memory isn’t neat. It fades, shifts, and gets messy. I used postcard paper to print each image, because memories, like postcards, are meant to be held.
Some people and places never leave us… they just move deeper inside.

Home became a memory, a whisper soft and light
With distance blooming slowly in the quiet of the night
I gathered love in photographs, both old and new to see
Now home lives in the hearts I carry with me..