Four Owls

Under a shimmering blue night sky, brushed by the light of a crescent moon, four owls stand in quiet balance - one upon another, each a different kind, their feathers catching the faint glow of the hour. Three pairs of eyes watch outward, bright and alert, while the smallest owl at the top sleeps, her lids folded like wings at rest.

From both sides the night’s foliage leans inward, framing this fragile tower of vigilance and dream - a meeting of wakefulness and peace beneath the breathing blue of night.

Schiele meets India

A cultural encounter on canvas

Where Egon Schiele’s four autumn trees once leaned toward decay, these trees stand rooted in light - their trunks steady, their branches alive with colour and the promise of renewal. This painting reimagines Schiele’s vision through an Indian lens, where the season of fall becomes not an ending, but a luminous transformation.

Schiele meets India is a cultural encounter on canvas - a conversation between introspection and celebration, restraint and abundance. The trees seem to bloom one last time, not in defiance of change, but in harmony with it - offering a glimpse of the eternal rhythm where loss gives birth to life again.

The Blue Garden

Bathed in shades of blue and green, The Blue Garden unfolds like a vision between dream and memory. Palm trees rise among ornamented branches, their patterns echoing the language of ancient design. Along the garden’s edge, a wall and the outline of an oriental building frame the entrance to a realm of calm and abundance

Two cranes stand to watch by a small fountain, where flowers bloom and geese linger beside the water’s edge. Beyond them, a procession of imagined figures seems to move gently through the light - guardians of wanderers of this quiet paradise.

Here, architecture meets reverie; the boundaries between nature, art, and devotion dissolve into one continuous breath of blue.

Sobek

From the waters of memory rises the head of a crocodile - ancient, still, and luminous with quiet strength. Upon its nose, a small bird perches lightly, unafraid. Between them passes an old understanding, a rhythm as old as the Nile itself.

In Egyptian myth, Sobek was the protector, the fertile force of the river, the defender of the innocent. Yet here, his power finds balance in tenderness - the bird tending, the god allowing, both bound by an invisible covenant of care.

Sobek is a meditation on strength in harmony - where might bends towards mercy, and even the fierce remembers how to be gentle.

"Be careful, in the Nile, there is a big crocodile!"