Cut tree trunks, photographed in their rawest state — just after being sliced, numbered, and measured — reveal an unexpected intimacy. As a photographer drawn to detail, I became increasingly fascinated by the quiet drama within these surfaces: cracks like fault lines, rings like memory, and ink markings that feel almost like autopsy notes.
Each log carries a story — not just of nature, but of time, trauma, and use. The numbers scribbled across them are cold and functional, yet they linger like unresolved questions: What was this tree before it was reduced to a resource?
Trees don’t speak, but they remember. These prints offer a glimpse into those memories — revealing both the raw origin and quiet rebirth of something once alive.
Autopsy No.1 - Sheesham
Autopsy No.2 - Kekar
Autopsy No.3 - Sheesham
Autopsy No.4 - Walnut
Autopsy No.5 - Kekar
Autopsy No.6 - Jamun
Koel Gallery, display.