



A monumental magenta disc hovers like a solar eye, its concentric core fixing the viewer with a quiet, unsettling clarity while green, flame-like fronds erupt outward in a wreath of restless energy. Against the parchment-gold ground—scuffed with weathered marks and bordered by faint script—the image reads as a contemporary icon: at once botanical, cosmic, and ceremonial. Along the lower edge, a row of simplified, hooded figures gathers in mute attendance, their anonymity turning the scene into a meditation on collective witness before an ineffable presence. The work holds a poised tension between radiance and ritual, suggesting devotion not to a deity, but to perception itself—how communities orbit a single, shared center of meaning.







