Rina Banerjee, "Her hair was there while lost in one place. Not to stare if her sunny dome could be roped to be opened. Buttered in benevolence, seated dead center her a balding beacon, her mind a temple, crossing all paths, all forsaken, never stolen and always bolder.," 2021, (detail), ink and acrylic on paper, 15 x 11 inches
Rina Banerjee draws on her personal history as an immigrant for her artistic work, which focuses on ethnicity, race, migration and diasporic histories, finds Candice Yacono.
