Friday market started as a an observation of a childhood memory of visiting the weekly famers market with my mother on the fridays. It was a tsunami of colors and chaos. The coming together of the whole town in an area was a weekly exercise and huge learning for me on the sense of community and the signifificance of a market in a town. The only exchange was buying and selling. The chapter going through the pandemic and the changing social fabric, the friday market became a metaphor for the times we are living in, where every piece of the truth was bought and sold.
friday market
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