Naman 2

Arranged like a mnemonic grid of memory, the work layers portrait fragments, domestic textures, and the prowling presence of the tiger into a single, unsettled psyche. The flattened fields of ochre, olive, and feverish red reject naturalistic depth, forcing the eye to read the scene as emblem—each panel a sealed chamber where vigilance, inheritance, and threat coexist. Faces stare with ritual stillness while the tiger’s striped body and open maw press against the human realm, suggesting power that is both protected and predatory, a lineage worn like a skin. In this quiet tableau, intimacy becomes territory, and identity appears assembled from watchfulness, fear, and stubborn endurance.