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CLEAR Shilpa Gavane

AVASITI

Photography & Documentation

CLEAR Copyright Š Shilpa Gavane 2013 Photography and Documentation Division Avasiti Development Consultancy Pvt. Ltd. Regd. Office: Ahmedabad: 401, Shastra, Opp. Drive-In Cinema, Drive In Road. T: 079 40323308 Studios: Ahmedabad: B-808, Titanium Square, Thaltej Cross-roads, Thaltej. T: 09099041404 Surat: B-41, Atopnagar Society, Bhatar Road. T: 09824186962 Mumbai: 503, Hiral splendor, Dahisar East. T: 09967010539 Email: photography@avasiti.in Website: www.shilpagavane.com

CLEAR

Shilpa Gavane

for optimistism, against hopelessness. for beauty, against nonsense.

Preface We use clear bags for sweets, food, clothes, medicines, garbage, water, stationary, paper, art, etc. After using them, sometimes, we throw them away. And they go flying about, nonchantly. They are so thin and light. It doesnt seem like they could do anything substantial on their own.

In following series of photographs, a colloquial clear bag is the protagonist. This is an attempt to search for beauty in ordinary life; look for answers; and maybe documentating process of a slow beautiful death. It is an attempt to show beyond what is clear.

lying casually, pinching, suffocating, everything it’s stuck on lying casually, suffocating killing softly, everything it falls on.. on streets and gardens, it just, clings on... where it just, hangs on...

a fleck in the forest, a speck in the sky, a blur in the water, a smear in the field a spot on the lawn, a blot on the tree, its everywhere everywhere i see! like speckles shining in the sun like blobs floating around it seems the world is full of them, is this a beautyspot that i‘ve found?

as it flies, to a landscape far away, who could imagine ever so subtly, with the wind it floats, free, silently ever so softly, it is creeping in, into my house when caught, only a sound of it fluttering, comes a whispering, a song of holocaust death is coming in, i suppose, without making any noise whats the point screaming, noone wants to hear, noone wants to accept who can stop it, such a beautiful thing, from reaching its destination

Anthills arent forever, Neither are borrows, Why is nature so temporary?

Where is the sustainability?

Analysing all this, a visionary, He creates a beautiful city, All roads and buildings and things Have permanancy, stability.

Bur after a million years There lies a relic city, Clogged by nostalgia, breathing banality Is this ideal, dear visionary?

To give our chidlren, he realises, a space to create, scope to play, all his creations, must be temporary.

We arent immortal, neither should our creations.

Unless something dies, something else won’t be born.

Endnote: “Plastics, one of the wonderful inventions of 20th century, has replaced the traditional material (paper / cloth etc.,) as packing and carry bags because of cost of convenience.” But at this cost, we are going to pay heavily with the lives our children.

Plastic recycling in India is only 47%. Where does the rest 53% go? Where is it thrown away? The plastic waste is now considered as environmental hazard due to the “Throw away culture”. The hazards plastics pose are numerous.

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The land gets littered which is ugly as well as unhygienic. Seeing landscapes full of garbage regularly can affect a healthy state of mind and hence retards development.

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Bags find their way into city drainage system; resulting blockage causes difficulty in maintaining drainage with increased cost, creates unhygienic environment resulting in health hazard and spreading of water borne diseases.

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Littering also reduces rate of rain water percolating, resulting in lowering water levels to an already existing water shortage.

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Soil fertility deteriorates as the plastic bags form part of manure remain in the soil for years. This results in decreased food quality.

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It has been observed that the animals eating the bags sometimes die.

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Fish and other marine species in oceans and waterways, misunderstanding plastic garbage as food items swallow them and die.

Knowing all this, people still throw away plastic bags. I dont understand why...

Disclaimer: The work shown in this document is neither fine-art, nor propoganda. it may be a REFLECTION.