

A sinuous, dark trunk rises like a living axis through a sky of molten gold, where spiraling textures turn light into a palpable atmosphere—at once celebratory and uncanny. The canopy splits into a near-circular duality: one half dense with nocturnal blossoms, the other stripped to pale branches, suggesting a single organism holding abundance and austerity in the same breath. Below, a gathered community encircles ritual fire and newly planted green shoots, grounding the cosmic spectacle in human continuity, as if collective memory and renewal are being negotiated under a tree that records both season and fate. The painting’s push-and-pull between ornamented radiance and sober silhouettes frames the scene as a meditation on cyclical time—where ceremony becomes the bridge between what withers and what returns.







