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35mm film on matte fibre paper with black and white ink




“Finding God in a Hollowed City,” a series of PhotoPoems, captures a seeking, a finding, and a settling for a self-defined solace from a physical, emotional, and political displacement one might experience as an individual.

The photographs consist of 35mm black and white film printed on 8x10 fibre paper. They are then treated as an object as well as a subject for ekphrasis. Instead of the verses being written separately, they are written on top of the photographs with the use of black and white ink. They engage as works of ekphrasis for they are inspired by their images but can also be identified as visual hybrid poems.

I identify myself as a hybrid creating hybrid art through hybrid forms. Most, if not all, of my visual work involves text and is heavily informed by my practice in poetry. Hybridity, for me, is an identified space which adheres to an existence as well as a celebration of something that is unconventional and, therefore, possesses more than a single definitive Oneness.

My work feeds on a mindset that gives birth to a process that is inclusive of many possibilities. It often resonates with my outlook on a society that is always in celebration of a conventional mindset, making whatever is different feel disagreeable, marginalized, or Othered. My photographs are documentation of a cityscape which is dense and busy. They have a presence of a scavenger scavenging for solace, familiarity, or characteristics that resembles one of a rescuing merciful god.

The verses resemble a stream of consciousness yet embodies an objective observation that takes turn towards the personal. They are written the way they are intended to be read: in a pattern that is not linear but exhaustively catering towards the perception of the reader. Maybe my desire is for the audience to pause and stare, to be able to find words they can understand, and some others they are unable to decipher at all, to be able to connect or find a common theme, or to be able to create their own verses in the process of finding some sense.

In my desire, stopping and pausing to acknowledge what is not conventional is my way of asking to consider possibilities where Hybridity, both in identity, writing, and art, is a gateway towards inclusivity and artistic progress.

You can buy prints of these PhotoPoems at my shop.

Time Rests, Exhausted, In Memory


A Photo Poem.35mm b&w on Pearl. 

Nostalgia has time to overwhelm:
I am standing in grass, in rooms, 

in realization of sandstorms


Like this, Time rests, exhausted, in Memory: 

Pollen bombs, black ice, a blotted nose,

eyes about to overflow, blemishes,

Time says You Know It Happens. 

Time says Keep Moving On.

waging on in little hourglasses swaying 

on the necks of my other selves. 

allergies, broken bones, rooms 

where I once lived 

become somebody else’s homes.

Yet, everything is fluttering like tiny wishes

from dandelions, and these shutters 

are open for my wistful eyes

only for the known.

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