Shanti Bindu

A field of muted ochres holds a quiet cosmology: concentric rings radiate from a small, steady center, like measured breath or time rippling outward from a single point of awareness. The restrained palette and soft, hand-washed edges temper geometry with tenderness, allowing the eye to circulate rather than arrive—an invitation to contemplation rather than spectacle. Framed by the square and grounded by the script below, the work reads as a visual mantra, where stillness is not emptiness but a disciplined, luminous presence.