Who and How Am I
Art isn’t just a reflection of an artist’s mind but also a reflection of the fact that they loved and were loved.
I don’t know who I am really, perhaps no one can ever know who they are. The idea of knowing does not sit right with me because one day I exist best in the form of all the people I love, and the next day I exist in my mother’s sorrow. Then I exist in the grief of my dead grandfather. But, most of the times, I exist in thinking about all the previous entities that were once a part of my life.
Sometimes I feel that I exist in all the things around me and other times I don’t exist in anything. To me nothing belongs and I belong to nothing.
The ultimate question is: do we ever truly know who we are, or is life just a journey of becoming?
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– Iswa Anjum is from Lahore, Pakistan. She has recently graduated from Forman Christian College. Her photography creates a dialogue between the external world and the internal state of being, often exploring themes of love, nostalgia, existentialism and grief using different colours and techniques through which she captures moments that are both intimate and universally resonant. She has been a part of a national photography competition hosted by the HEC, where she was awarded 3rd position. Her photography has also been published on the cover of Millers Dream (a student-led philosophy journal at FCCU).
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