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In the world of Fragile Vision, every painting begins not with colour, but with a breath, a quiet fragment of poetry. From that breath, pigment drifts outward, carrying emotions too delicate for speech. Full brilliantly coloured red, green, blue, brown. The pale, ultra-pale, hyper-pale half-body portrait of a Balinese girl in a yoga pose, wearing traditional Balinese batik-infused psychedelic Kebaya textile, in the style of Kusama, against palm leaves & ferns on a white canvas, under shimmering waves of light & shadow, in the art style of Takashi Murakami. Feathering, bleeding from indian ink, sketches of graph & waves, impasto oil painting, dark, abstract, ominous, style of Dave McKean and Stephen Gammell.
Extreme Yoga
She bends where silence meets the sky,
Where breath ascends and fears defy;
Her body drawn in arcs so wide
She seem to touch the other side.
On cliffs where restless winds unfold,
She balances shapes both fierce and bold;
A single pose above the deep—
A vow the trembling earth must keep.
With limbs like threads of tempered steel,
They weave through air with mindful feel;
Each motion forged in discipline,
A battle fought and won within.
Suspended over canyon’s roar,
She hold a stillness at the core—
A lotus carved from mortal bone,
Transcending flesh to stand alone.
Yet in her gaze no pride is seen;
Just focus, sharp and crystalline.
For mastery is never loud—
It breathes apart from thundering crowd.
And in that edge of calm and strain
She touches what words cannot explain:
A summit shaped by breath and fire,
Where stillness crowns the boldest pyre.
Extreme, yes—yet its heart is pure:
To test the self, then to endure.
A dance between the brink and breath,
Where presence conquers fear of death.
