Photography can be wide open, with a host of different voices and masks for the mind at work behind the camera. Indeed, there is a certain necessity in finding the most appropriate form and we are often thrillingly complicit with that search – for a moment we’re sharing a frame. It is this shifting, reflexive mode of image-making that defines the work of Prabuddha Dasgupta. His attention is compulsively drawn to the moment in which desires are imperfectly realised, seemingly without end, and certainties shaken – or abandoned altogether, twisting through a narrative of surrender to circumstance, to these fleeting instants of reflection that he cannot help but stand outside of, because that is another mask the photographer wears. The elements are familiar enough, but at the same time there is something in the tone of this work, something off-kilter in satisfying way, that speaks of a genuine engagement with what is really at stake in the story being told, a singular consciousness adrift in the world.
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