Buddha 2

This visage, steeped in embered oranges and sunlit golds, feels less like a portrait than a meditation—an inward gaze rendered through closed lids and a mouth held in quiet resolve. A molten flare at the forehead suggests awakening or benediction, while pale, threadlike lines traverse the face like fissures of memory, binding serenity to vulnerability. The surface—cracked, dripped, and weathered—turns the skin into a palimpsest where time, devotion, and lived experience are inscribed. Scattered petals drift across the composition as gentle interruptions, implying impermanence even as the central presence remains steadfast and luminous.