The Tale of Bizarre Tankards by Siddhant Chauhan
Within the weathered, deserted remains of an old Portuguese fort in Mumbai, the photographer discovered an unexpected collection of gourds scattered across an open field. Surrounded by the fort’s haunting, ancient walls, these objects revealed a fascinating local tradition involving the extraction of fluids from tree bark. By capturing this juxtaposition of organic forms against the stark, historical architecture, the photographer highlights a hidden narrative of daily life. The image is award-worthy for its keen eye for detail and its ability to transform a serendipitous discovery into a compelling visual story that bridges the gap between cultural heritage and natural curiosity.
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Kinaz dib is an interior architect graduated with master degree and has been working in the field since 2005. After having her first child, she shifted for her all time passion which is painting and photography, and even though she had no time to study again she felt the urge to go at night and start taken courses in photography to just maybe learn the basics but it turned out she couldn't stop just there and she finds herself completing most of the courses heading straight to the complete fine art photography program, and enjoying every bit of it while making more and more original photographs as seen by her eye..... lots of dreams ahead in this field and hoping to be able to complete it all. Current Location Zalka, lebanon Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Photography.Painting.By.
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Expert Photography Reviews · 4
The Vessel and the Void
In the quiet corners of a kitchen, one often finds objects that have outlived their original purpose. A chipped ceramic bowl, a rusted tin, or a wooden spoon worn thin by decades of friction—these things possess a gravity that newer, shinier items lack.
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Time does not move in a straight line. It circles back, settling into the hollows of stone and the curves of dried fruit. We build walls to keep the world out, yet the world eventually finds its way through the cracks, reclaiming the mortar with roots and rot.
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These gourds don’t merely rest upon the fort’s floor; they haunt it. Chauhan’s shadows aren’t absences, but heavy, ink-stained thresholds where the history of Mumbai’s stone finally collapses into organic decay. I’ve stared at these shapes until my eyes ached, feeling the cold, damp silence of that Portuguese ruin pressing against my skin. It’s a brutal, quiet confrontation. When light refuses to touch the bark, the darkness begins to think, and frankly, it terrifies me.
The ochre of these gourds, reminiscent of a Morandi still life, bleeds into the sun-bleached stone with such aching, dusty warmth that one feels the dry Mumbai air against one’s own skin. It’s a chromatic dialogue between the organic decay of the fruit and the fort’s ancient, weathered masonry. I’m utterly transfixed by how the shadows hold that bruised, violet-grey depth, grounding the composition in a silence that feels almost sacred, don’t you think?
Most still life entries I’ve reviewed this year settle for sterile perfection. Chauhan’s work avoids that trap by letting the grit of the Portuguese fort dictate the mood. The gourds aren’t just objects; they’re anchors in a decaying landscape. I’ll admit, the texture of the stone against those organic curves genuinely unsettled me. It’s a rare, haunting balance. In thirty years, we won’t remember the gear, but we’ll still feel the weight of this history.
It’s a curious find, though one wonders if the photographer simply stumbled upon these gourds while wandering. The composition is tidy, yet it lacks the grit of a long vigil. I’ve spent enough damp mornings waiting for the light to shift on stone to know when a shot hasn’t been sweated over. It’s pleasant, certainly, but I’m left wanting the story of a return trip. Did he go back? I suspect not. It’s a bit light.
My vote also goes to this pic… Beautiful!
This would be my choice for photo of the month. Has nice light, good composition, and human interest.
Beautiful photo!