encounters

digital, 07:02

What would be a camera's foothold in a bedroom where one eats, sleeps, meditates, desires, stares at screens, etc.? Could it be so transient and elusive that one does not realize it had psychologically and physically intruded on their territories? I ponder on these questions alike since I found myself caught up in a dreamy Kafka scenario – I morphed into my own camera. Wandering and reflecting upon my physical and psychological space, I imagine the ‘camera’ to be a varied metamorphosis – a voyeur, a conjuror, a comprehensible apparatus, and a crystal.