Safar is a word in India which means travel. I feel this is what describes all of us. We are all in transit  hoping to be somewhere. A hope of a better life , a better home, a better space or zone. On our way, we get lost, we face defeat, we face joy but the journey is all that becomes special to us. Destinations keep changing for us all. This Safar is a shared one too, a journey of migrants, a journey of natives. A journey of me. A journey of you.

In the city of New York, as I stand and absorb life rushing past me, I photograph.

I photograph to find the calm in the chaos, to find my place in the crowd, the many footfalls in the city. The stillness of the photograph is a calm as it renders the motion frozen.

Hidden faces, unknown identities all rushing towards a dream-The American Dream. Some are rushing towards work, some returning home, some going to meet a date, who knows? The constant change of the postures, the motion as if looking through a film strip reminds me of the transience of every moment of life where change is the only constant.

Many miles have they walked just like me and many miles they will go more to find out their dreams and realities.  I photographed the same street, the same corner for a long period at almost the same time of the day and still continue to do so. The street is in the most diverse part of the city, the Queens Borough.  The street address is not important, so is not who the people are, where do they belong, are they migrants, are they natives?They could be anyone coming here to make this a new home, a new definition of their identity.

The repetition in the form of this work is to signify how banal life can be and how we all try to break from this cycle and yet this cycle keeps us pulling towards it.


A work in progress.