

A monumental, petal-like form rises in serene silence, its unmarked interior acting as a breath of stillness against a fevered field of intricate, hand-drawn pattern. The surrounding black-and-white tessellations pulse like accumulated thought—memory, ritual, and time—while the sparing saffron accents read as sacred heat: a sun-disc of focus and a crescent sweep that feels both protective and in motion. In this tension between emptiness and ornament, the work suggests a meditative sanctuary where the self is clarified not by addition, but by the courage to remain open at the center.







