Flowers – a symbol of the beautiful, the ephemeral, an honor for gods and guests and a commodity. On the way to Indian flower markets you will encounter all these facets of flowers.
One of the first impressions I got in India were flowers – a garland that was put around my neck to welcome me at a school for street children. A garland of orange flowers, beautifully woven along with tiny white jasmine blossoms. It stood in strong contrast to the surroundings: Worn down huts, dirty pathways, many times patched shirts at the clothes lines, a small school house with raw walls, old desks and dozens of kids squeezed into a little room. I remember feeling a little bad: These kids were so poor and with the little budget the school had they had bought the garland for me.
Published in Street Photography Magazine
Party exhibited at Indian Institute of Photography Gallery