Work — Raisul

Photographer & Filmmaker

Pearl gently taps on Mae’s shoulder - leaning closer to her, she whispers,
“It’s my Birthday”

Reimagining the Leonne Dinner plates as a vessel for connection, we find ourselves in a series of fleeting moments from - hands passing, glances shared, the quiet rhythm of a meal unfolding.

The plate becomes more than porcelain. It’s a stage for tenderness, for friendship and for the small rituals that make life full.

Split into four acts. Each act has been shaped with intention, inviting sight as much as touch. The choices were made to nurture intimacy and beauty in equal measure. We knew the plate is an object that disappears into the moment, yet remains unforgettable.

Acts of Interaction carries the spirit of the Hudson Wilder philosophy of The Art of Casual Living. We made something that breathes, that lingers in the senses; giving your audience a feeling that they can step into. In the end we are curating an atmosphere where design becomes a bridge between people.

Acts of Interaction — Spec AD ( 2025 )
One Minute Fifty - Five Seconds
Single - Channel

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Notes: Fragility / Gaze / Dissappearance / Witholding / American Dream / Prolonged Sense of Emptiness

( proper text coming soon )

At Your Discretion — Portraits (2022 - ongoing)

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iii.

Along with all these admonitions, there was something else coming from my mother that I almost could not define. It was the lurking of that amused/annoyed brow-furrowed half smile that passed as an intimate moment between mother and me, and I really felt - all her nagging words to the contrary, or the more confusing - that something very good and satisfactory and pleasing to her had just happened, and that we were both pretending otherwise for some very wise and secret reasons why I would come to understand later as a reward if I handled myself properly.

- Audre Lorde / My Mother’s Mortar.

At times reflecting on one’s past can be a daunting task. You are constantly asking yourself - did that ever happen that way? Or are you making it up right now in your mind as you are thinking about it. But what if you had a preserved visual moment that you could point to during those reflections? You think maybe that can help you ease that feeling right? Specifically in relation to the one who brought you into this world and raised you.

I call my mother Ammu or Ma and I also used to call her by her nickname sometimes endearingly when I was a child which would bother all of her siblings as they would see this as an act of disrespect toward her.

I am 21 now and my relationship with her has evolved into a different creature.

My Mother & Her Faith — Family ( 2021-2025 )
8x10 / 24 pages
80lbs mohawk eggshell neutral white text
first edition of 30 copies
self- published

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Dearest,
There I was -
Longing to understand my family -
The man & woman who raised me.
I poured my secrets onto these envelopes -
I lingered at each one of my brushstrokes.

There I was -
Remembering all the fragments of love I saw -
Along with all the uncomfortable pain.

They were neighbors; my mother was maybe a few years younger than him.

She lived with her five younger siblings - two sisters and three brothers. He lived with his father, brother, and his brother’s wife. His oldest sister would sometimes stay with them.

I believe after my aunt’s first husband passed away, she might have moved in. I’ve heard so many versions of how they got married.

In one iteration - they fell in love, and my father told his sister, who then brought the idea of marriage to my mother’s father. In another one - my aunt had seen my mother, thought she would be a good fit for her brother, and arranged the marriage so he could start his own family and move out.

I will never know, or maybe I’ll ask her after I’m done writing.

There I was -
11:14pm
10/10/2024

Yours,
Tintin

Opening Dialogue ( dearest, ) — Family ( 2018 - 2024 )
Materials: plywood, gesso, acrylic, paper, c-prints,
polaroids, silkscreen prints & nails

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