

This drawing unfurls like a small myth of balance: a peacock’s ornate plumage forms a protective canopy, its black-and-white eye-feathers watching over a warm, patterned trunk that blooms into rhythmic clusters of color. The composition moves in countercurrent—tidy, repeated birds on the left drift like thoughts or migrating prayers, while the larger red-bodied bird on the right bends inward, its elongated blue beak reaching down as if to drink from the tree’s abundance. By contrasting dense monochrome linework above with ember-like reds, ochres, and cobalt accents below, the artist stages a dialogue between vigilance and celebration, suggesting that beauty is not merely decorative but a sheltering force that gathers life into harmony.







