Author/Artist :Somnath HoreTitle :Somnath HoreSize :17*8*8Medium :Bronze and Wood
The leaf is not only dry and dead, with its water of life taken away from it, it is also broken. The rough, torn edges resemble veins of a leaf dried in despair, carrying with them the memory of vitality lost. A person, once full of life, has not only lost in life, he has also given up hope. He is not only broken, he doesn’t even have any hope of redemption. The permanence of form in metal, is the permanence of pain and suffering. Hore often worked with the language of wounds, and here too, the form becomes a witness to human pain, hunger, and violence. Just like a dead leaf trying to cling to Earth for life, but the harshness of life still bent on breaking it further, this piece holds on to stories of silence, suffering, and eventual despair.
