



This work stages an opulent façade as both monument and mirage—warm ochres and rose-washed walls dissolving into a powdery haze that feels like memory settling on stone. The dark scalloped arches carve out pockets of cool shadow, while a sharp band of blue sky presses down from above, heightening the architectural rhythm and its quiet authority. At the lower edge, the peacock appears like a solitary custodian of vanished grandeur, its jewel-toned body offering a living counterpoint to the building’s fading ornament, as if beauty persists most vividly where history has begun to erode. The speckled, weathered surface reads as time itself—an atmosphere that softens certainty and turns the scene into a meditation on impermanence and pride.







