Yogi 1

A monumental figure sits in lotus pose, the body rendered with the cool grain of newsprint—an archive of noise and public narratives—while the face, closed-eyed, strains toward interior stillness. The saturated orange garment becomes a radiant core against the stippled blue field, a beacon of warmth that both shelters and exposes, suggesting how serenity is performed under scrutiny. Lotus leaves and pale blossoms rise like quiet counterpoints, their botanical grace softening the heaviness of flesh and text, as if nature offers a gentler language than headlines. In this tension between gravity and calm, the work reads as a meditation on selfhood—how peace is sought not by erasing the world’s chatter, but by learning to sit within it.