Kanyakumari is a small fishing village at the most southern tip of the Indian mainland. How does a place at the forgotten end of the map look like? How does it feel like living on the edge of the cartographic grid? In Kanyakumari life is concentrated around water, literally and metaphorically. The waters of the Arabian Sea, Bay of Bengal and Indian Ocean meet there. Water also supplies all needs of Kanyakumari inhabitants: hygienic (morning bath and laundry), economic (water is a source of income for fishermen and pearl hunters) and spiritual ones. Every day a large crowd gathers at the waterside to welcome and bid farewell to the sun, to meditate or to pray. In 2004 Kanyakumari was affected by the tsunami, which devastated Southeast Asia. My works create a photographic impression about the metaphysical relation between a man and water. Where the map (and land) ends the indefinite begins. Please watch on a white background.
