Our ever-changing world is grinding its teeth in its relentless effort to renew itself. Ingeniously, cunningly and at great cost. As with all momentous transformations, here too the permanent fears of people weathered by the present age. Our psyche craves reassurance. One that does not conceal reality but renders it bearable. One that, in some way, holds the promise of redemption. As fallible beings, we seek ever-renewing forms of absolution through art too. Possibilities that are not necessarily aimed at final solutions but ones the very essence of which is the boldly undertaken ‘unfinished’ moment of seeking.