POLAROIDS
In a world of instant uploads and endless filters, the Polaroid stands defiant. A tangible square, a burst of imperfect color. Not just a memory, but a crafted fragment of self. Light bleeds at the edges, a whisper of the moment we chose to hold. A defiance against the digital tide, a celebration of the impermanent made permanent. We hold it close, a reminder that the truest expression lies not in the perfect frame, but in the way we bend the light to capture the essence of a fleeting scene.
Polaroids are like photographing my dreams and memories
“Some sort of pressure must exist; the artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn’t look for harmony but would simply live in it. Art is born out of an ill-designed world.”
Andrei Tarkovsky
