Everyone around you is fighting a different battle. Each one of us deals with it differently. Some break, some emerge stronger. It shows in the face, especially the eyes. There’s joy, cheer, love, contentment, pride, anger, desperation, disregard, indifference, hatred and a pile of other human emotions floating like a sea around you. Capturing and spotting these emotions is what I’d call portraits.
I travelled to Ladakh with a group and spotting the lone experienced photographer looking dejected after a particularly productive morning, I asked him why. And he said ‘I have still not got my budhiya’. We laughed. Wrinkles are the magic that portrait-makers love. If eyes were the windows into a persons being, wrinkles are the door. How do you deal with life, smile or frown, wrinkles will give it away. You can’t help but love a laughter- wrinkled person. And if the eyes defy the wrinkles, I’m having a field day.
I’d like to get to the point when I can capture the gurling of the baby, the purring of the cat, the song in the dancer, the sparkle in the child, the child in the grownup, the affection in the groom, the surrender in the bride, the humility in a man, the inspiration in a woman, the tenderness in a father and the pride in a mother.
And as Edward Steichen aptly put it “a portrait is not made in the camera but on either side of it”
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