The town of Santiniketan in West Bengal. On these plains covered in red earth, the landscape carved out during each squall creates the layers of the mountain ridges and continues into the distance. When summer arrives, silver grass can be found growing here and there, but one also finds flocks of vultures around the corpses of stray dogs. Through the use of perspective and the painting of the vast, dry plain with lines of a broad and quick touch on the large folding screens, the work leaves the impression of the brutal landscape of the neverending plain. This scenery on the outskirts of Santiniketan has now sadly been filled with rows of houses and buildings.