Stained Glass Nashik

This circular composition reads like a stained-glass mandala where a radiant, sun-warmed core gathers the eye inward, then releases it outward through spoke-like bands that stitch sky, vine, and wing into a single breathing cycle. Butterflies hover as quiet emissaries of metamorphosis, their repeated silhouettes turning the wheel into a meditation on recurrence—seasons returning, lives transfiguring, beauty briefly alighting before it moves on. The mosaic-like center suggests a tessellated heart or compass, implying that orientation comes not from fixed coordinates but from a careful assembling of fragments—memory, color, and lived texture—into wholeness.