

A winged bull vaults across the picture plane with buoyant, almost playful authority, its pale, mottled body set against a gold field that reads like sanctified air. Below, a band of finely inked, temple-like figures gathers in reverent attention, their rhythmic ornament and gestures anchoring the mythic weight of the scene while the creature’s sweeping wings fracture the space into patterned intervals of flight. The collision of turquoise, gold, and vermilion turns the image into a ceremonial threshold—part folktale, part icon—where devotion meets liberation and the divine appears not as distant thunder, but as a jubilant, hovering presence.







