Author/Artist :Somnath HoreTitle :Somnath HoreSize :10.7 x 8.1 inMedium :Pen/Ink on paper
This sparse, haunting drawing speaks in whispers, not shouts, just as Somnath Hore, has always believed that art should speak for suffering. The dark smudges, raw scratches, are not just marks, they are wounds. Echoes of famine, war, and human degradation. It does not seek beauty but truth— sometimes brutal, often silent. This sketch, like many, is a cry from the depths—a distillation of pain into bare essentials. The space around the lines is not emptiness, it is silence after violence. Each stroke is memory—of hunger, of rebellion, of the fragile endurance of the human spirit.
