The boundaries that once contained Chandra Bhattacharjee's thoughts have dissolved, and his work seems to breathe with a newfound freedom. His palette remains steeped in the dark, muted tones that have long characterised his work, but these colours now seem to carry a different weight. The stillness they evoke is not passive but heavy with tension, a silence that holds its breath, waiting. In this series, the cycle of violence is not just depicted—it comes alive, each element balanced on the edge of collapse. The line between aggressor and victim blurs until it disappears altogether. Is this not the landscape of the world we now inhabit, where harm and survival are no longer distinct, where violence and endurance exist in a tangled web, indistinguishable from one another? Bhattacharjee’s work forces us to confront this reality, where the cycles of destruction and survival have become one and the same.
