Rina Banerjee
A myriad of voices from beaten ground and buried folks, headless cries break even and odd broken sky to make sea to float like crackers baked by empires storm to make us hovel beneath ,in whispers this blemish is wound, countable, not incorrect or surmountable so , so so – so what to do but come with feathered citizens and blow hard away this faceless Fascism., 2019
acrylic and collage on handmade paper
63 x 70 inches/160 x 177.8 cm; installation dimensions variable