ABOUT THE ARTWORK
The initial months of lockdown skewed all sense of distance and direction. I was living close enough to my parents to spot their home, but further than I have ever been in every other way.
I decided not to visit them through this period, which felt particularly surreal during the month of Ramzan.
Instead, I borrowed a telescope and found it bridged the gap a little. I called Ma and asked her to come to the balcony. I was able to spot her--a white speck. This became a routine, even a strange mode of communication. I would make photos of her through the telescope, and she would make some pictures aimed in my general direction.
In between, I found myself collecting pieces of the city that surrounds us. Otherwise receding images gained focus--the fact that we’re a port, or that the sea is never far. This is where my father went to work; these were some of the places where I grew up. All seemingly unreachable but carrying a sense of familiarity. Much like the moon. The moon that dictates the beginning and the end of this month.
Maybe it is the strange solace we seek from traditions when times are tough. In the end they only fit right, together, in the lunar chart made over thirty days.
This grid of images shot through the telescope is a map of many things, but most of all it is a way home.