I started to photograph these abandoned vehicles since 2015.

On my way back home I suddenly noticed the light of a passing car fall on another car, deserted and dilapidated, dumped beside the road. The shadow, seemed a little weird, compelled me to seize the image through my camera lenses. Afterward, I grew a habit to do the same for all such abandoned and ramshackled vehicles with the help of the headlights of my motorcycle.

At very moment of taking the photograph of the ungraceful, neglected vehicle, I immediately felt the touch of my favourite sore; the smell of my dear dirty sweat, like we have known each other for centuries, having a tremendous, intensely indomitable desire of life.  Apparently tired, bloodless, empty - yet having an immense impulse to survive in the treasure of the pervading dark silence where time stood still.

 Like a thick incomplete viscosity enclosed in the deepest depth – like an empty imperfect primitive rusty perfection- with a numbed decomposed innate quietness – still strive to survive, breathe, and hold on to their last bit of presence on earth even after knowing that they will cease to exist anytime soon - seducing from the wild dark destitute -"Beyond the Darkness”.

As the work progressed, spending a long period of time, sometime absentmindedly with an unexplainable desire – sometimes without motivation and enthusiasm, I used to observe only those abandonment and the surroundings.

By observing those dilapidations – gradually moving closer and closer - as soon as irreparable bruised time has passed - I could observe, feel, and experience the vehicles more detailed and intimately in my explicit personified way of thought.

It is a very peaceful, relaxed, and introspective process and journey.

It is a personal distorted visual musing in the magnificent melancholy and restive perennial relation between the vehicles and I.

( On Going....)