Diya (A Beacon of Hope**)

A solitary match-flame rises from the lip of a heavy, bowl-like form, its pale glow held in check by the surrounding mass as if illumination must negotiate with weight. The granular, mottled ground—green bruised with ochre—breathes like weathered wall or memory-stained air, turning negative space into an atmosphere of quiet tension. By staging light as a small, vulnerable event against a brooding vessel, the work reads as a meditation on endurance: hope not as spectacle, but as a disciplined, flickering insistence.