In the early hours of 6 January 2021, long before Donald Trump’s supporters stormed the Capitol, and when the world was still reeling from the horrors of the Covid-19 pandemic, a strange silence washed over me as I stared at my laptop screen, transfixed by the work of artist Kirtika Kain. Here was a visceral image of vast blackness with hints of gold and red glinting from beneath its powerful surface. Swirls of a tar-like substance glowed on my screen, held together by what seemed to resemble clay and cracked soil. The work emanated a certain resilience for reasons unknown to me at the time. It also spoke volumes for its aesthetic potency and careful use of colour and material.