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Kainat Waseem

Photography

He is my easiest hello

Year
2026
Category
Photography
Medium
Photographic story book — eleven spreads, digital
Triptych of a wooden dressing table and mirror, marker writing across the glass, dried flowers in a glass jar

Overview

A story book told through rooms rather than faces: a dressing table, an empty bed, a chair in the yard, curtains lit red and blue, a forecourt of loaded trucks at night. The captions run underneath as one continuous voice.

  1. A bare wooden bed frame in a dim room, and a close view of dried flowers in a glass on the same bed

    He asks me how I've been

    Me? I'm perfect.

  2. Four frames of stacked books, a framed photograph and a cushion on the floor in shifting afternoon light

    He hasn't noticed that things have changed

    His perspective hasn't changed

    He sees me

    He doesn't even know who I am

  3. An empty yellow-seated chair against a concrete yard wall under a mango tree at dusk, shown twice

    But I know him. He acts like the king of the world.

    I know he's scared of heights.

  4. Three night views of a curtained window and barred grille lit in red, blue and yellow

    He's afraid of love

    Says, he'd rather be alone

    I know, he wants it all

  5. A glass vase of dried roses on a mirrored tile in a red-lit storeroom doorway

    I know him

  6. A dark bathroom mirror and basin with amber light striping through the shuttered window

    I know where he's from

  7. Two frames of an arched doorway and hanging coats with a spiral of red light traced across the wall

    I know where he's been

    I'm aware of what he's seen

  8. Blue-painted French windows and cane chairs around a small table in a bright courtyard room

    I have so much to say but such less time,

    He is my easiest hello

    The hardest good bye.

  9. Two loaded cargo trucks parked at a lit petrol pump under a full moon at night

    He will always be that fleeting moment in my life

  10. A van with headlamps burning in the dark, and a long-exposure spiral of coloured light on a balcony

    I can feel his eyes on me

    He consumes me