The Devata Who Carries Light
She rises not in time, but beyond it. Light does not strike her—it returns to her. In this image, the devata is not captured, but kept. A prayer shaped in silver and gold.
Where Time Refused to Pass
She does not wait in shadow, but lives in the pause between light and silence. Beneath the western gate, memory becomes form, and form becomes flame.
The Flame Beneath Her Gesture
The image does not describe her. It answers her. Light lingers in silence, and the devata’s gesture becomes flame. The artist follows—not to portray, but to remain.
What the Light Chose to Remember
Evening gathers on the temple’s threshold. A devata stands above the hush, and the artist waits—not to capture, but to remember. This is what remains when light has passed.
