Author/Artist :Somnath HoreTitle :Somnath HoreSize :11x 8.5 inMedium :Pen/Ink on paper
This image feels like emptiness interrupted by fragile remnants of life. The wavering line could be the land itself — barren, uneven, and scarred. From it, faint forms dangle like the last hanging fruits, wilted and exhausted. The darkened tips suggest decay, as though what little remained has begun to fade. The vast negative space surrounding the line feels like silence — the silence of famine, where nothing grows, nothing thrives, and only traces of what once lived remain. There’s a haunting beauty here: a delicate record of fragility and loss drawn with minimal breath, as though even the act of creating it was done in exhaustion.
