Midnight Guwahati 2

This work suspends a low, luminous horizon within a weathered field of slate and charcoal, where a band of cool blue reads like distant air and the promise of clearing. Against that hush, embers of ochre, rust, and red gather in the center as if a half-seen city or memory is surfacing through fog—its presence asserted more by glow and grit than by outline. The scattered flecks operate like drifting rain, ash, or stars, turning the pictorial space into a threshold between landscape and psyche. What emerges is a meditation on persistence: light insisting on itself inside uncertainty, and form continually negotiating its right to be seen.