the landscape within—
Photo-Essays
DYUTIMAN MUKHOPADHYAY PHOTOGRAPHY
PHOTOESSAY—BEFORE EVERYTHING COMES TO AN END
‘I don't want to live on through my art…’
PHOTOESSAY—GOODBYE TO LANGUAGE: A TRIBUTE TO JEAN-LUC GODARD
While Language left through the back door—Left with the robin—And never came back—
PHOTOESSAY—
THE FERRY THROUGH THE WOODS
You glide past—so fast—
By my hurried glance...
—a poem.
PHOTOESSAY—THE SWAMP
I melt into green—
Fetid, rotting green—
—a poem.
PHOTOESSAY—
KALBELIA: THE COBRA DANCERS OF THAR DESERT
—An essay on the charmers of Thar.
PHOTOESSAY—PETRICHOR
[noun]
The smell produced when rain falls on dry ground, is usually experienced as being pleasant.
—a poem.
PHOTO ESSAY — THE CONFERENCE OF MOTHS
“Another moth flew out—his dizzy flight
Turned to an ardent wooing of the light;”
—A poem by Farid Ud-Din Attar.
VIDEO ESSAY—
ON FIRE: THE MANY FACES OF OBSESSION
Video Montage.
PHOTO ESSAY — EDEN THROUGH THE WOODS
‘I want you...
To melt into the green.’
PHOTO ESSAY — TOUCH AND THE RIPPLE
The courting breeze catches a breath—
PHOTO ESSAY — DELIRIUM
Don't startle her...it's her first time.
PHOTO ESSAY—FLEUR: A PAINTING, A STORY, AND SOMETHING IN BETWEEN
‘Every good painter paints what he is’—Jackson Pollock.
PHOTO ESSAY — REMEMBRANCE
'You won't have my hatred'
PHOTO ESSAY — CLUTTER
‘There are no others.’
PHOTO ESSAY — THE BECKONING — A TRIBUTE TO GUSTAV KLIMT
A fine-art photographic rendering of an Indian Pahari Kangra painting, ca. 1780.
PHOTO ESSAY — SHORE
‘Shoreless I am—
Waiting.’
PHOTO ESSAY — UNTRANSLATABLE
Scientists have recreated Cleopatra’s 2,000-year-old perfume. A team of archaeologists and perfume experts have concocted a scent that they say was the Chanel No 5 'of the day’, and which may have been used by the last queen of ancient Egypt.
PHOTO ESSAY — FORBIDDEN CREEPERS
‘Where's the key?’
PHOTO ESSAY — MEANWHILE
Who am I talking to?
PHOTO ESSAY — THE DEATH OF TIPU SULTAN
‘the light is falling —’
PHOTO ESSAY — ‘BITTE’
‘I am Waiting,
I am Waiting,
I am Waiting—’
PHOTO ESSAY — GRASS
“Do you know what I want?”
PHOTO ESSAY — HEAT
‘I'd never given much thought to how I would die . . . But dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go.’
PHOTO ESSAY — THE MOURNING FOREST
And the mourning forest said —
PHOTO ESSAY — NOT ENOUGH
The day is clean like glass,
But it is not enough.
PHOTO ESSAY — PULPED IN TIME
Sculpture with pulped adhesive tape peeled from paper canvas stuck on the wall.
PHOTO ESSAY — THE VOICE IN THE GRASS
The search for lost voices and meaning.
PHOTO ESSAY — SCIENCE AND THE ELEPHANT
This is a brief conceptual analysis of the limitations of 'scientific' empiricism which I tried to convey without any possible jargon.
PHOTO ESSAY —
DARK CLOUDS AND MOONLIGHT
Breaths do not die a demented death—
Once inspired from the abyss of ache…
PHOTO ESSAY —
ODE TO ULYSSES' GAZE
I will show you signs
And you will believe me.
PHOTO ESSAY—THE GARDEN
Love me, I beg you!
Save me.
Save us all!
PHOTO ESSAY—THE ROOM
Take a good look at it.
It's like anywhere.
That's it.
It's like always.