Four hands, and he has chosen carefully what to carry. Two lotuses — one held up, one cradled — and one palm open, facing outward. The Om rests at his chest like a quiet breath. The background moves in thick, restless strokes of ochre and teal, but he does not move with it.
There is something in the gesture of an open palm that every person recognises. It means: you may stop here. It means: nothing is required of you right now. This piece carries that quality into a room — not solemnity, but a particular kind of ease.