

Set against an unmodulated cerulean field, the work fuses the sacred with the everyday: Ganesha presides from the seat of a weathered scooter, his blessing hand hovering over rust and utility like a benediction for modern transit. Above, a bouquet of roses erupts where a rider’s head should be, turning identity into fragrance and offering—an anonymity that feels both devotional and gently satirical. The composition stacks symbols in a vertical totem—metal, flesh, flower—so that ornamented gold and tender pinks pulse against industrial oranges, suggesting prosperity and protection travelling through ordinary streets. In this bright, flattened space, faith becomes a moving vehicle, and the mundane is recast as a small altar in motion.







