Description

Swirling black lines bloom into a tangled form—part tree, part thought—rooted in a page titled “Sonnet Sear.” The ink dances over printed text, merging visual rhythm with literary echo, as if the drawing were a poem in motion. Organic and abstract, the shape evokes growth, memory, and the branching paths of imagination. In Himmat Shah’s layered gesture, line and language entwine—each stroke a verse of silent reverence.