It was during one winter night when I was sitting on my grandmother’s lap. It was a cinema hall in the village. A hall full of curious eyes, cinema screen was shining I saw the light and color coming out from screen to my skin.
Last audience is a series of fictional snapshot created using expired film. Anonymous faces from Centurion Cinema Hall in Old Dhaka, Bangladesh. Which is now a place for drugs and prostitution. In old Dhaka, back in its time this establishment played predominant role as a source of entertainment for the localities. A place where I long to go. The smell of the damp wall, abandon ceiling and almost damp seat brings back my childhood. Strange feelings in the eyes of prostitutes. Old ticket checker, whos serving 50 years in this hall tells me so many things about their early glorious time, how silent cinema was, there are so much to tell!
Modern multi storied market is going to replace this ancient premises. Where life is silent, suspended, with an unheard story remaining in all its corners. A musing of my untold childhood diary.
In this satellite and internet era we are probably the last generation witnessing the whole concept of single screen cinema hall. These images subvert the meaning of expired, creating an unknown narrative and expressive ambiguity in an unexpected context in the minds of the other end.