



Suspended like theatrical masks over a quiet pond, the feline faces hover between play and unease, their strings turning identity into something curated and controllable. The saturated reds, blues, and saffron tones glow against a deep, aqueous green, where fish slip through the scene as living thoughtsβfleeting, watchful, and impossible to fully grasp. Lotus blossoms and broad leaves anchor the composition with a spiritual stillness, yet the tilted gazes and repeated motifs suggest a cycle of roles we perform, resurfacing again and again with different colors but the same enigmatic stare. In this mingling of water, bloom, and masquerade, the work becomes an allegory of selfhood: ornate, beautiful, and perpetually in motion beneath the surface.







