Contemplating Religion
Whenever I had chips, I made a cross with them on the fork before I ate it: I was attracted to its shape. I became increasingly paranoid that the others on the table would notice what I was doing and my feelings of being born into the wrong religion would no longer remain a secret.
Gender Appropriate Toys
I liked playing with longhaired dolls. I was obsessed with the way their hair would move in the wind. My parents wouldn’t buy them for me, they were not suitable for a boy to play with, so I made my own.
Back-garden Mosque
My grandparents were conservative: they built a mosque in their back-garden. They believed it would serve the community. Little did they know this place would also be where I was touched for the first time, at an age too young to comprehend.
Mydriasis
AlI the boys that I liked had brown eyes. I believed that having mine green made me undesirable or unattractive. The day that I had my eyes examined, I too had dark coloured eyes, if only for a moment.
Miosis
AlI the boys that I liked had brown eyes. I believed that having mine green made me undesirable or unattractive. The day that I had my eyes examined, I too had dark coloured eyes, if only for a moment.
Other People's Kids
When we moved to London, middle class families who sent their kids to private schools surrounded us. Each dinner party would turn into an announcement of their new achievement. Frustrated by my mediocrity, my father compared me to a weed that was growing without a purpose.
Secret Eater
Both of my parents had a full time job and I always arrived home hours before they did. To save money, they bought chocolate bars in bulk. After I ran out of things to do on my own, I would eat them one after the other. Ashamed of my apparent greed, I hid the wrappers around the house.
Confessionals
Confessionals is a series of analogue still-life photographs rooted in my autobiographical memory. The studio and the darkroom serve as the physical space where a meditative state facilitates a form of auto-therapy. The accessed childhood memories, first voiced as a textual confession, are used to construct an image as a method of enriching my understanding of the self.
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