Description

A bold “X” anchors the composition like a primal mark—crossroads, wound, or invocation—glowing against a soft orange orb. Scribbled lines ripple outward in black and brown, echoing landscapes, tremors, or the pulse of thought. The contrast between geometric certainty and gestural chaos evokes a tension between control and release. In Himmat Shah’s abstract ritual, the sun becomes a witness, and the mark becomes myth.