



A peacock—rendered in velvety blues that drink in light—rests improbably on a small cloud, its regal weight made paradoxically weightless against a field of incandescent orange. The crisp, gold geometric tracery slices the background into an abstracted grid, suggesting human systems of order that cannot quite contain the bird’s mythic autonomy and dream-logic. Below, the solitary lotus pad reads like a quiet altar or landing point, offering a note of contemplative stillness that tempers the heat of the palette. The work stages a tension between the sacred and the designed, where elegance becomes a form of defiance and serenity survives inside a constructed, blazing world.







