Photo Essay

FLEUR

DYUTIMAN MUKHOPADHYAY

‘Many people come to you.

And they bring all of their troubles with them.

Everything dark and sad.

And you relieve them of it.

You replenish their light.

But it’s poisoning you.

It’s poisoning your dreams, your sleep.

Your soul.

And I knew it would.

I knew it and I did nothing.

I wanted your light.

I used you.

It’s too late.’

‘I am scared.

Do you like me?

Do you like me?

Yes, Yes, Yes.

Shh.

Fleur—

Who is Táltos?

Do you like my smell?

Yes.

Feel me.’

‘I am a house. It is dark in me. My consciousness is a lonely light. A candle in the wind. It’s flickering. Sometimes here, sometimes there. Everything else is in the shadows. But they are there. The other rooms. Niches, hallways, staircases, and doors. And anything that lives within and wanders within. It is there. It lives. Within the house that is me. Forbidden thoughts. Memories we don’t want to see in the light. They dance around us in the darkness. They haunt and whisper. They scare us. They make us sick. They make us hysterical.’

— from ‘Freud’ (2020) TV series, Dir. Marvin Kren.

‘Every good painter paints what he is’.

— Jackson Pollock (1912 - 1956).

Painting (enamel and acrylic paint on paper) and Photography (Camera—Xiaomi Redmi Note 8 Pro, by Dyutiman Mukhopadhyay.

23.10.23 - 28.10.23.

Kolkata, Bangalore; India.