Yaksha (Untitled)

Suspended in a field of incandescent yellow, two biomorphic figures unfurl like wings and limbs at once, their fringed edges vibrating with the optical pulse of movement. The saturated blues—bruised with violet at the joints—suggest a body in metamorphosis, caught between aquatic drift and avian lift, as if gravity has been briefly negotiated rather than escaped. Negative space becomes a luminous atmosphere that both isolates and sanctifies the encounter, turning the entwined gestures into a quiet allegory of connection: intimacy as propulsion, touch as flight.