

Split by a luminous, totemic column, two intertwined winged forms mirror and oppose one another—cool blues and warm reds sutured together in an uneasy harmony that feels both devotional and intimate. The meticulous patterning reads like embroidered memory: scales, curls, and feathered arcs accumulate into a tactile cosmos where every mark becomes a pulse of breath. Behind them, star-flecked night and clustered clouds press inward, suggesting a threshold between the earthly and the celestial, as if the figures are bound to guard a passage that is also a wound. The circular frame seals the scene into a mandala of duality—union and division held in the same sustained, reverent tension.







