

A luxuriant tree blooms like a ceremonial canopy, its leaves rendered in rhythmic bursts of saffron, vermilion, and teal that animate the surface with pulse and repetition. Around it, stylized peacocks orbit and perch in a quiet choreography—ornamental bodies patterned like constellations—suggesting nature not as wilderness but as a carefully held cosmology of abundance and protection. The dark ground deepens the pigments into a glowing relief, turning the scene into a nocturnal hymn where fertility, guardianship, and devotion are braided into one emblematic grove.






