Vatsalya (A Father's Lullaby)

This sculptural tableau stages the human body as a pliant architecture—bulbous limbs and a hollowed, oversized head suspended in a gravity-defying pose that feels at once comic and unsettling. The muted, fleshy palette and waxy sheen heighten a sense of vulnerability, as if the figure’s identity has been separated from its mass and left to drift beside it like an orphaned mask. The compressed space against the wall turns the body into a specimen, inviting a meditation on selfhood under pressure: how consciousness detaches, how presence can persist even when form is distorted. In its grotesque tenderness, the work reads as a quiet allegory of imbalance—between body and mind, weight and will, public façade and private collapse.