Leela (Leela: A Divine Play)

Arranged like a ceremonial fan, these vivid sheets read as fragments of a single, exuberant mythology—figures, flora, and animal energies tumbling across the paper in rhythmic bursts of pigment. The composition hinges on a dialogue between the unruly, saturated scenes and the calm, anchoring central folio, as if the work is simultaneously archive and performance, memory and improvisation. Color functions less as description than as pulse: reds and greens collide, blues flare, and the white margins behave like measured breaths that keep the profusion from becoming chaos. What emerges is a sense of “leela” as lived philosophy—play not as frivolity, but as a generative force that binds disparate narratives into one radiant, circulating whole.