Aakarshan

This painting conjures an urban memory rather than a literal city, where house-like silhouettes surface and dissolve within a fevered lattice of ochres, ember reds, and bruised browns. Light behaves like residue—scraped, scumbled, and reasserted in vertical flickers—suggesting windows, alleys, and thresholds that never fully resolve, as if the built world is being recalled through sensation. The compressed space and restless mark-making create a pulse of movement that reads as both habitation and erosion, hinting at how places hold us even as time steadily abrades their edges. Beneath the warmth of its palette lies a quiet unease: a settlement of traces, where shelter feels provisional and the city becomes an emotional architecture.