Buddha 7 (Buddha's Hands)

Suspended in a cobalt hush, two pale hands rise like a quiet invocation, their gestures both offering and releasing as an ember-orange drapery coils between them—an intimate tether made visible. The composition balances the cool architecture of blue planes with the warm pulse of fabric, while leaf-forms and fine, rootlike filaments stitch together what is above and what is buried, suggesting memory’s unseen circulation. At the right, the earthen vessel and its faint breath of smoke become a modest altar: a container for what cannot be held, where absence is ritualized into presence. Light gathers softly at the lower edge, as if the painting itself is lifting a private grief—or a prayer—into clarity.