Are we always unconsciously writing letters to ourselves in the future? Are we mindful of the fact that our present is becoming future nostalgia or a site of introspection and reflection? Are we writing our futures as we breathe?
The visual becomes a bridge from which future beckons.
Bramhi Panamalai’s shoebox of photographs mine the beauty from the seeming mundane, fashioning memories for her future self, a precious gift.
Mehak Khurshied’s piercing, poignant ode to her family centers upon the idea that in the past lies our future. Literal and figurative family portraits and a tender meditation upon the nose become a two-way porthole into the past and future.
