

In a sepia tide of memory, repeated female faces surface like witnesses, their calm, direct gazes puncturing the churn of wreckage beneath a distant lighthouse that promises guidance yet feels painfully remote. The collage compresses survival, history, and spectacle into a single uneasy horizon, where the umbrella’s fragile canopy reads as both shelter and irony against the vastness of loss. Below, the crisp authority of the ₹500 note is eclipsed by a monumental skull, turning currency into a vanitas emblem—an indictment of how value is measured when bodies and stories are the true cost. The work’s stark juxtapositions—portrait and debris, beacon and drowning, money and mortality—create a moral chiaroscuro that lingers long after the image resolves.







