Check those robes – turquoise and orange and yellow all floating and flying while the dancer kicks at heaven! Those boots adorned with sacred scripts like some holy beatnik’s notebook scrawls. This isn’t your square temple art – Pema Gyeltshen’s caught the pure energy of it, the sacred-profane moment when the human vanishes into divine ecstasy.
In Bhutan they know what we’re all searching for on the road – that moment when the mask becomes the face becomes the universe becomes everything and nothing all at once. Pure enlightenment. And this painting catches it all in one eternal NOW – the spin, the swirl, the cosmic laugh.
Touching the void with a paintbrush, real gone art straight from the mystic East shooting straight to the Western soul.
January 2025