I am frequently frustrated by the prevailing myth of photography as a form of truth. My imagery consists of lies and fictions, sometimes depicting the misconceptions we develop about relationships, and other times crafting works that are wholly fiction for the sake of fiction. Perhaps it can be said that there are subtler truths to be found in the sweet desolation of children's playgrounds at night, and maybe I successfully connect to something universal in those soft, sensual nudes which depict women in ways were taught not to look for. At a minimum, my photography usually revels in the masks we wear, and so the only truth you can find in my images are the kind heard when we shout our lies from bell towers and roof tops.
Amul Kumar, born in 1975, lives and works in Chicago, Illinois. He had initial ambitions to be a theatrical set designer and studied at Carnegie Mellon University, where he became focused on information technologies. He discovered photography in 2003 through a bizarre series of miscommunications which left him the heir to a stranger's 70-year obsession with light and film. It has now become Amul's addiction as well: he has exhibited his fine art erotic images nationally, and works as a commercial photographer's assistant. He lives in a small apartment in the North Shore with his computer, Chapati, and his two cameras, Margo and Jennifer.