Palash

A single flame-like form rises from a densely worked earth of reds and ochres, its thick, buttery strokes turning paint into heat and making illumination feel almost sculptural. Against the soot-dark field and a small, distant orb above, the composition stages a quiet drama of scale—an intimate fire held within an expansive night. The wavering stripes beneath suggest scorched terrain or shifting currents, as if the ground itself remembers what the light touches, proposing renewal as something hard-won rather than gentle.