From Somnath Hore’s emotional lens, this work can be seen as an embodiment of silence, fragility, and scars left by human struggle. The sparse lines and dark strokes seem to carry a weight heavier than their form, echoing his lifelong engagement with famine, war, and suffering. The emptiness of the paper becomes as meaningful as the marks, suggesting absence, loss, and the quiet endurance of pain. Each broken stroke feels like a wound—raw, unresolved, yet deeply human. Hore often sought to capture not likeness but essence, and here the minimal gesture conveys vulnerability, loneliness, and resilience at once. It reflects his empathy toward the dispossessed, his ability to translate anguish into visual language without spectacle. What remains is not despair alone, but a muted dignity that rises from silence.
Size : 11x 8.5 in