Enquanto a chuva não vem

Esbarrei com o trabalho da fotógrafa indiana Manjari Sharma e gostei muito dessa série em que ela fotografava pessoas tomando banho. O que é cotidiano e simples pode se transformar em poesia. Gosto de trabalhos assim....me lembro um pouco das epifanias de Clarice, essa coisa linda que é ler nas entrelinhas, observar no dia a dia belezas tantas, se inspirar assim.

No site da Manjari encontramos outros projetos e retratos muito bonitos em seu portfólio.

[ manjari sharma ]

"For the last few months I have been inviting people to visit my apartment and allow me to photograph them in a very intimate space; my bathroom. I have also been inviting them to take a shower as I continue to shoot them. I soon came to the observation that warm water running over my subjects bodies often relieved them of any unnerving awkwardness the camera brought about. Once they were relaxed, the bathroom, formerly a beauty parlour, now became a confessional and I the hair dresser. Many of my subjects shared intimate details of their life with me and every new person in the shower became a brand new allegory. With every new visit I had a new protagonist; A new plot and a new parable of hurt and heroic that came undone under that shower - My Shower. I felt a personal mythology was being shared, an independent study that I got addicted to...."  Manjari Sharma