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

I photograph to question my position in this madness.

This is a street I like to frequent in Flushing, a place most frequented by Asians and also people looking for some fun with its implicit messages of entertainment and sex, a view hidden from the day world of New York.

The untimely death of a Chinese woman who was working as a sex worker in the street became a reason for me to find myself and place life in this madness, an endless pursuit to survive in a city of illusions.

The mysterious legs strip a person of their identity , deliberately objectifying a part of the body that functions as a need, not for pleasure but for the basic trait of movement.

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 maybe seeking moments of pleasure, pain in pleasure, pleasure in pain and yet remaining invisible of our desires, always rushing and yet this cycle keeps us pulling towards it.

 

A work in progress.