Untitled 11 (A Floral Reverie)

A bowed, contemplative figure emerges from a tessellated field of greens and saffron, as if memory itself has been laid in small, hand-set fragments. The face—cool and shadowed in blue-grey—leans into a spray of white lilies, their quiet radiance counterbalancing the warm, earthlike drifts of orange and gold that wrap the body in a shawl of resilience. Vertical drips fall like rain or time’s residue, veiling the portrait and turning intimacy into something public, a meditation on how tenderness persists even when lived experience stains and interrupts the image. The work holds a poised tension between sanctuary and exposure, suggesting that devotion—whether to nature, to inner silence, or to the self—is always built from both fracture and light.