



This work fuses the elephant’s frontal gaze with the quiet vulnerability of a human face, as if divinity and mortality share the same breath beneath a single skin of paint. A molten band of saffron-orange descends like a ceremonial flame, anchoring the composition in ritual while the smoky greys and bruised whites dissolve the surrounding space into a dream of dust, memory, and temple air. The oversized crimson ears read as both shelter and siren—an embrace that also amplifies inner noise—while the faint village silhouettes at the base suggest a world held small beneath an immense, watchful presence. In its rough, expressive handling, the painting becomes a meditation on protection and burden: faith not as escape, but as a weight carried forward with tenderness.
| Net Quantity | faith not as escape, but as a weight carried forward with tenderness. |







