Maha Lakshmi 3

A radiant tree rises like a living reliquary, its trunk ablaze in embered oranges while its crown fractures into crystalline triangles, suggesting a mind or cosmos assembling itself through sacred geometry. Rings of jewel-toned circles pulse around the foliage as if the seasons have become ornaments, turning growth into ceremony and time into pattern. Against the cool, slate ground, the temple-like tracery at left and the poised, violet bird at right read as guardians of a mythic threshold—nature, architecture, and spirit negotiating a single, luminous harmony. The work’s decorative abundance is not mere surface; it feels like an invocation, where every mark insists that vitality is both exuberant and meticulously ordered.