Description

Two trees rise from a hilltop, their swirling crowns inked with expressive abandon, like thoughts caught in wind. The trunks stand firm yet fluid, rooted in a page that whispers literary echoes beneath the sketch. A dark blot near the base adds quiet tension, a shadow or seed in this poetic terrain. In Himmat Shah’s fusion of text and line, nature becomes narrative—loose, lyrical, and alive with memory.