I’ve always love bus rides, and appreciate it even more as a newcomer to London, where the rides allow me to see more of the city. Stranger as I am the city, I found comfort in some landscapes that are somewhat familiar. During the rides, my mind often embark on another journey of its own, flowing constantly on a continuum between the remembered past and the imagined future.
In particular, memories of an affinity that had recently ended kept surfacing. I was compelled to face them. What followed was a retrospection of that special relationship I had.
When Indian film director Shekhar Kapur was seven years old, he created a story about the Universe, a concept that was challenging his young mind. Similarly, I constructed a story, in an attempt to make sense of what happened between Tasos and me. While Kapur’s story is derived from his imagination, mine is drawn from my memories.
My objective to capture images that are in motion and present them as stills is akin to that of my desire to halt my chaotic memories, and capture their unsteady essence. The result is a cathartic release of emotions, and a realization that the end of something beautiful is to be treasured, and not to be mourned.