

A mandala-like wheel turns on the quiet authority of symmetry, its spokes binding a ring of hybrid visages—elephantine calm, feline vigilance, and masked, ceremonial faces—into a single revolving psyche. Rendered in meticulous monochrome, the stippled shadows and engraved textures feel like an archive of memory: each segment a compartment of instinct, ritual, and inherited myth held in tense equilibrium. The central hub reads as both compass and seal, suggesting a cycle of transformation where disparate identities are not resolved but harmonized through repetition and order. Around the perimeter, tiny script-like marks hover like prayers or annotations, implying that meaning here is not declared outright but patiently deciphered.







