Sacred Dualities - Asma Menon

Two trees, ancient and entangled, hold everything here. Between their trunks, Menon places the world's oldest tensions. A serpent coiled with quiet authority, faces half hidden in bark, the blue eye of something watching from within. On one side, the cool logic of the cosmos. On the other hand, the warm rush of the living world, flushed pink and gold. Neither wins. That's the point. The painting doesn't resolve its dualities so much as honour them. Darkness and light, creature and spirit, the seen and the felt, all held within the same rooted and breathing whole. Nothing is in conflict. Everything simply is.