With claws extended and muscles coiled, the tiger reaches skyward—not in aggression, but in intention. There is wisdom in the gesture, a primal yearning wrapped in grace.
 
Begun in ink, the first marks were instinctive, almost calligraphic—capturing the essence before the form. Layers of spray paint and acrylics followed, textures echoing jungle mist and ancient stone. Finally, oil paint sealed the spirit of the piece, giving weight to the fur, fire to the eyes, and breath to the air.
 
This is more than a portrait of power—it is a study in striving, in reaching toward something unseen but deeply known. The tiger teaches us: even the fiercest among us must lift their eyes sometimes, not to conquer, but to connect.