

This intricate folk composition unfolds like a cosmogram, where concentric rosettes and wheel-like mandalas anchor the eye in a steady, ritual rhythm while the surrounding figures—sun-faced deities, attendants, animals, and climbing vines—animate the perimeter with lived myth. The disciplined symmetry is softened by hand-drawn linework and densely packed ornament, letting the repeated motifs feel less mechanical than devotional, as if each circle is a pulse within a larger sacred architecture. A limited palette of vermilion, leaf green, and soot-black turns the surface into a celebratory chant—at once protective and exuberant—suggesting a world where daily life and the divine are inseparable.







