Art in Community among the Poor

In the armpit of a building I set the camera to shoot long exposures and gave a couple of the guys living on the streets the flashlight. There is some startling truth in the shadowy, hazy, presence with this streak of light. There is a beauty which remains in these tortured faces though they hardly exist for the society, and sometimes for their own families. They seem to spend much of their time trying to not feel their own existence. They huff shoe glue till they get sores on their mouths depriving their brain from oxygen and numbing their emotional pain. They are the physical sign in the world of our own rootlessness, few have any sense of connection to our past generations or the future ones. We live for today and for ourselves.