Untitled 4 (Soul's Kaleidoscope)

A quiet, devotional face emerges from a tumult of wings, as if consciousness itself is being woven from migrating color. The composition refuses a single horizon—butterflies and petal-like forms overlap in liquid layers, turning space into a porous dream where boundaries dissolve and reform. Saturated blues anchor the eye while eruptions of orange and yellow behave like sudden revelations, suggesting metamorphosis not as spectacle but as an inward, tender becoming. The small red bindi acts as a spiritual pinpoint, holding the storm of transformation to a centered, intimate presence.