Eat till you burst, yes.
I’ll be on the lookout
I’ll watch lives infest
I’ll look hard at the disease spread
I’ll see scavengers rip your flesh apart
no need to worry
I’ll be on the lookout
taking proper care
don’t worry
I’ll keep watch.
I’ll be on the lookout
I’ll watch lives infest
I’ll look hard at the disease spread
I’ll see scavengers rip your flesh apart
no need to worry
I’ll be on the lookout
taking proper care
don’t worry
I’ll keep watch.
Each spring, Kashmir returns with its contradictions.
Plum blossoms and unpredictability.
Light and loss.
The city wears a new face: smart, they call it.
Electric buses hum past manicured boulevards, the lake
reflects cleaner edges, floodlights
crown the Shankaracharya Hill, and tricolours bloom like wildflowers across every street.
This work begins in the dissonance between the city's polished surfaces and the silent
changes inside a home that is slowly emptying out.
Beneath the lights and the slogans, occupation still hums, persistent and quiet.
The cracks are not always visible, but they remain.
In this city of constant revision, the camera becomes a way to sit with what doesn’t settle.
To offer rest, and to listen.
Who talks when everyone is forced to be silent?
+91 9810903038
ishaansinghmehta@gmail.com
Working across photography, text and sometimes moving image.
Learning to produce sound.
Based between New Delhi and Kashmir.
Scratching itches.
Looking to buy a tape deck (reach out if you have any leads).
Taking avoiding action.
Skeptical.