



A monumental, mask-like face emerges from folds of black drapery, its closed eyes and serene mouth rendered in the tricolor bands of saffron, white, and green—an identity both sacred and collective. The heavy curtain becomes a threshold between concealment and revelation, while below, a chorus of reaching hands—diverse in tone yet unified in gesture—press upward like an urgent prayer for visibility, dignity, and voice. The stark contrast of velvety darkness against the luminous, flag-toned visage intensifies the emotional charge: hope is present, but it must be pulled into the light. Barbed wire at the base seals the work’s quiet indictment, suggesting that nationhood and belonging are not merely symbols, but contested spaces of touch, struggle, and longing.







