In Ruin City, in the rain, the sound of melancholy is a buzzing maelstrom of quiet desperation. The shatter has been so great, there is no sound left to despair.

~ Radhika Mukherjee

Radhika Mukherjee Beauty Ruin Sadness Loneliness War

All my life’s work will drain away without ever being realized. For a sculptor, working with their hands is crucial and hands must be supported by a strong and supple back. And I work with sturdy materials that need dexterity and strength to handle — metal and stone and sometimes even bricks! How do I do any of it now?

~ Radhika Mukherjee

Radhika Mukherjee Abstract Expressionism Art Pain

Did you know, that one night; one moonless, clear, shining night; with the shadowy silhouettes of trees crisp against the star-filled sky – I, on the high, level terrace of my flat, stretched out my hand! Against all odds and possibilities of unbelief and grief – a life of searchings, discontent, and a nagging sense of unreality… A spider-web intuition of a spread-out, intricate illusion that wilfully withheld the truth from me.

~ Radhika Mukherjee

Radhika Mukherjee Beauty In Literature Longing Our Particular Shadows Questioning Radhika Mukherjee