This piece is about the two sides of me. If I had not been a photographer I might have been an architect and then there is the other piece, the piece that loves a pencil. The pencil came first of course and I would scribble and impress myself upon the paper to make myself indelible - I would not succumb to ignominy. Nothing like detention at school to nurture the creative aspects of one's nature. 'I do exist', even if you threw the work in the wastepaper basket yourself - that was your choice and nobody else's. Sometimes this sentiment returns and pops its head out at the world and then usually retreats to a more rational plane.
So what do we have here : Jantar Mantar in Delhi, which of course is all about precision, rationality and progress to which I have added a little irrationality and not least of all, a garlic head of fury.