Three figures stare ahead, their glass eyes frozen on the distance. Their bodies have been fragmented and they are only chests, shoulders and heads. They seem to be waiting but for what we have no idea. There is a tension in their arrangement, perhaps even anger, with the figure in front perched on the frame of a chair. Benitha Perciyal’s figures call to mind ancient predecessors from Greece and Rome, yet they belong entirely to India. Her materials are rich with memories and there is a power in the simplicity of her composition.