At a single glance, mankind is devoted to deliberating what is visibly resonant in space. It matters very little what one (dis)regards on a dwarfed planar surface. Beguiled by the supplies of skyblueseas, the human eye is blind(ed). Towards the sun, a photograph is open to exposing bottomless pits from within all proportionately transparent face(t)s!

Discomposed around liquid forms of intelligence and in loving memory of AA, a photograph is a fortuitous, formless gut reaction. As an archaic, alternative/non-silver form of photography, it is experimentally sampled from the cyanotype process.

A blue monochrome is pinned to an off-white wall of palimpsest. Singlehandedly, this ‘cabinet card’ is not just a historical product of photography. Today, the marks of its indifference are about everything instantly photographic.

As a part of and apart from a photograph, an ensemble of make-believe corporealities and stuttering appearances promiscuously hovers above a supermassive black hole. Paper soaks up the excess of confocal light, blood tonic copulates with vinegar, a monocrystalline solid mass bursts out like a killjoy, shards of glass prick the injuries of candied tumuli, still water bleaches the plastic, kidney stones push and pull traces of chemical dust, and so on.