

This sculptural figure settles into a posture of quiet command, the crossed flute creating a horizontal hush that steadies the vertical rise of the peacock featherβa small flare of iridescence suggesting an inner vision rather than outward spectacle. The polished darkness of the body contrasts with the granular, pale curve beneath, as if spirit and earth are held in a single embrace, turning the base into both cradle and threshold. With its simplified facial planes and rhythmic banding, the work reads like an icon of contemplation: music implied but withheld, devotion expressed through restraint, and identity distilled into a few potent signs.







