I See, We See and it’s a problem

Being an artist is hard, when you explore different techniques we’re constantly asked what we meant our motives behind the story if there is a story to be told. We’re asked by family and friends, this might sometimes consume a lot time but that’s not a problem but what ticks us off about art, about our art. We sometimes feel the creative edge of indulging in diverse crafts which might just reveal more body parts and might even trigger more questions about the art. Not questions about the motives and the story behind our art but questions such as “You were both naked in the same room, together?” “You had the audacity to ask your suspect to undress themselves in front of you?”

With art, with what we do for a living. There might be some scenes which have a much higher age restrictions than most but everything in this globe has that. Be it that you went to the fanciest university out there, doctors have seen more naked people in the world. If we wanted to become Gynaecologists our parents would be extremely proud of us, they would brag about us, put our pictures on walls and everything but we studied photography. We take pictures of what those doctors look at for a living and suddenly it’s a problem.

Not that we’re against that, we love what they’re doing. They’re parents, we love them and we appreciate their concern. We’d be concerned if they were not concerned or even bothered about out whereabouts. That would leave so many questions for us, if whether or not we’re still loved. We try by all means to explain where we are going and what we are busy with in the simplest tone, for the mere fact that they raised us. Our times and theirs are completely different; moreover their love is greater than all the generations, we don’t love like they do, we aren’t as concerned as they are.

To our parents, please understand us. We love you all.

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