These are 23 photographs (in total) from different series. My full body of work is available at www.vibhavkapoor.com.
1. Space in Gurgaon (work in progress)
Growing up in Gurgaon, dynamic architecture has been a significant part of my life. The city has seen rapid development in the last two decades due to its location of being in the National Capital Region of New Delhi. The development process and specific milieu have made the city a burgeoning town of opportunity but have also left residues of embodiment. These photographs reflect how the abandoned occupy space in the city.
2. City of Ruins (work in progress)
Walking through Calcutta (present name Kolkata), a city of ruins, I realize that I’m at the farthest distance from it; an observer of lost space and memory. The dilapidated city seems to evoke a nostalgia. A ravaged visuality that holds together through unfamiliar change. The city of ruins is a place that reminds us of fading localities that all of us are going to be memories of someday. It portrays the cultural and architectural evolution that is inevitable in our society. Growing up in the relatively recent and burgeoning city of Gurgaon, India, I saw very minimal infrastructural history in the place. Calcutta, being a city that was the administrative capital of the British Empire from the end of the 18th century till about the middle of the 20th century, has had architecture that is dynamically integrated and archaic. The place has worn through the passage of time only leaving a memory that is fleeting. This is a story about change, about what was and what other is to come.
3. Complete body of work available at www.vibhavkapoor.com/fleeting
The Ballad of John Rose
He wakes up with his head clouded with thoughts about the matters of being. He partially remembers the dream. A sea, a boat and a woman, crowded by thoughts, again. How can he be so flustered in a dream? He feels the waves crashing into him; a woman, holding on to him looking out to the horizon. The sun at its zenith shimmers light on the ship sailing away from them. He is one with the sea, he is one with her. He gets down from the bed, sips on the water only to remember that he’s forgotten this very dream he feels intensely – a beautiful haze.
The world is breaking down around John Rose. He wanders and rambles trying to figure out the meaning of his existence. He is failing, again and again and again…The one question that Rose always has on his mind – Am I the only one like this? Is he the only one who’s so alone in his intentions and actions? Can he not be alone? This dilemma is a burden, Rose loves his solitude.
Rose is trying to understand the importance and unimportance of life through the things he sees around him. He reveals the world around him in noir photographs of the life he dwells. In Cezanne’s words, he is truly the primitive of the method he has invented. His existence is trying to form into an idea or reality through the aesthetic he is in. His solitude feeds his curiosity but is also killing him.
“So good to see, this world is a lie.”