Peacock (Untitled)

Rendered in a near-monochrome relief, the scene turns paper into a quiet theater where a crane-like bird moves with deliberate poise across a field of lotus stems, as if passing through a threshold between the earthly and the ceremonial. The restrained palette lets shadow become the true pigment, carving every scored feather and folded petal into a choreography of subtle depth and tactile rhythm. Against the stillness of the pond’s verticals and fan-shaped leaves, the bird’s forward thrust reads as a meditation on continuity—life gliding through silence, carrying grace like an unspoken song.