Untitled 9 (Celestial Procession)

Suspended beneath a pyramidal canopy, the clustered, mask-like faces read as a portable pantheon—an intimate community held aloft by delicate lines that turn the air itself into architecture. Against the saturated cobalt field, curtains of falling white marks suggest rain, blessing, or static—an atmosphere where nurture and uncertainty arrive in the same gesture. The lotus-like base, with its assertive red and black-and-white rhythms, anchors this buoyant ritual to the earth, while small birds skim the grey ground like fleeting thoughts, reminding us that transcendence is always negotiated through the everyday.