In this image, tension is not implied it’s coiled.
A peacock, symbol of vanity and grace, is entwined by a golden serpent the age-old emblem of knowledge, danger, and temptation.
But this is not a fight. This is a ritual of contrast. The feathered elegance meets muscular precision. Beauty is not strangled it is tested.
The peacock’s eyes remain alert, even regal. Its defiance lies not in escape, but in the refusal to be diminished.
The serpent too doesn’t bite it tightens slowly, as if asking a question rather than delivering death. In “Featherchoke,” violence and splendor swirl together. Not as adversaries but as two halves of a single instinct: to survive beautifully.