My Story…
If there is any other city in the world which comes close to being “New York”, then it is got to be “Mumbai”, for there is no other comparison available for the city of light, with its bustling lanes, energetic lifestyle, the secret and not so secret popular food corner and the heart of Bollywood. Yours truly was born in this chaos, where millions come seeking to make it big and many do. I wanted to be an accountant, live an organised lifestyle but fate and aspirations led me to other countries and in to professions which were not even remotely connected with accounting. Once you have been bitten by a travel bug then god help you, for there is no cure and the same is true for this mere mortal. These feet of mine have crossed deserts, rain-forests, rivers, icebergs, mountains and cities which I never even knew existed while I was growing up.
Photography was a late entry in my life, it was actually a desperate subsistence for coupling with this big city and finding friends. Toronto where the winters are cold and if you don't have anyone to call your own in this city, then it's tenacious icy wind can break your soul. I joined groups who were in to photography and tagged along to escape the clutches of solitary existence, but as time went by I realized that I was actually enjoying the whole process of photography and now it has turned in to my way of expressing myself and it all started with it being a mere hobby. I learned everything about this world through observation and listening to the masters of this craft in the real as well as virtual world.
What is my style? It is a wordless expression of form, of creation, of our existence, of surroundings, of pains, of life and achievements. My style is an attempt to translate the unexpressed, unnamed and the unknown into form and shapes. You can almost tell as to which day I was feeling elated and on which days I was traversing through the deep dark abyss of my wretched mind. You will find in the afore pages scenes and an exact moment in time where my imagination was captured by the tool called camera through a deliberate reflexes in my fingers pushed by surge of fascination propelled by the window called as an eye. All of us see the world painted by our imagination and desires. I am no different, the only difference between me and you is I am able to translate that in to images.
Thank you for coming to this little virtual world of mine and sharing these exquisite moments of your time contemplating over my art, I would really love to know as to how you feel about them and about my discernment's. Call me or send me an email, I know a good place where we can get some coffee listen to your story and we can see how to print these images and decorate your walls.
Take good care of yourself and have a bountiful day/ night ahead..
Dom
If there is any other city in the world which comes close to being “New York”, then it is got to be “Mumbai”, for there is no other comparison available for the city of light, with its bustling lanes, energetic lifestyle, the secret and not so secret popular food corner and the heart of Bollywood. Yours truly was born in this chaos, where millions come seeking to make it big and many do. I wanted to be an accountant, live an organised lifestyle but fate and aspirations led me to other countries and in to professions which were not even remotely connected with accounting. Once you have been bitten by a travel bug then god help you, for there is no cure and the same is true for this mere mortal. These feet of mine have crossed deserts, rain-forests, rivers, icebergs, mountains and cities which I never even knew existed while I was growing up.
Photography was a late entry in my life, it was actually a desperate subsistence for coupling with this big city and finding friends. Toronto where the winters are cold and if you don't have anyone to call your own in this city, then it's tenacious icy wind can break your soul. I joined groups who were in to photography and tagged along to escape the clutches of solitary existence, but as time went by I realized that I was actually enjoying the whole process of photography and now it has turned in to my way of expressing myself and it all started with it being a mere hobby. I learned everything about this world through observation and listening to the masters of this craft in the real as well as virtual world.
What is my style? It is a wordless expression of form, of creation, of our existence, of surroundings, of pains, of life and achievements. My style is an attempt to translate the unexpressed, unnamed and the unknown into form and shapes. You can almost tell as to which day I was feeling elated and on which days I was traversing through the deep dark abyss of my wretched mind. You will find in the afore pages scenes and an exact moment in time where my imagination was captured by the tool called camera through a deliberate reflexes in my fingers pushed by surge of fascination propelled by the window called as an eye. All of us see the world painted by our imagination and desires. I am no different, the only difference between me and you is I am able to translate that in to images.
Thank you for coming to this little virtual world of mine and sharing these exquisite moments of your time contemplating over my art, I would really love to know as to how you feel about them and about my discernment's. Call me or send me an email, I know a good place where we can get some coffee listen to your story and we can see how to print these images and decorate your walls.
Take good care of yourself and have a bountiful day/ night ahead..
Dom