Kolkata 1 (The Endless Loop)

In a field of smoldering reds and earthen blacks, a looping roadway cuts like a pale scar across the surface, carrying small cars through a dense, scribbled topography of memory. Within the curved band, faintly articulated figures—workers, wanderers, and intimations of ritual—rise and dissolve, as if the human story is being compressed into a single circulating current. The composition’s sweeping arc suggests time as a closed circuit: movement that promises escape yet repeatedly returns us to the same intimate burdens, the same communal pulse. Light is not offered as clarity but as abrasion—thin, chalky highlights that reveal how modern transit skims over deeper layers of lived experience rather than truly departing from them.