At first glance, the animal in the foreground, who plainly wants to go about her business of life, eating, excreting, breathing, breeding, apparently blunders into the sticky soot of chaos. The dense horror in the aftermath of an assault contrasts with the shade-less, pitiless clarity of a programmed killer’s brain. On one hand, there’s the invader’s manufactured black & white and nothing in-between, while on the other the diffused penumbra of a collapsing community. But, there’s also an alternate reality. The animal, whose head is enveloped by the darkish cloud, is not blinded by it. She has chosen to cross this dodgy field of continuing conflict, not as a wrongheaded wannabe but as a positive, maybe unstoppable, energy.

CHANDRA BHATTACHARYA

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