Nagas

A field of saturated red holds a disciplined architecture of concentric rings, as if the image were a measured diagram for a pulse, a sun, or an eye—each circle tightening the viewer’s attention toward a dense, quiet center. The crisp whites and intermittent bands of blue and black behave like calibrated interruptions in the rhythm, suggesting both order and fracture, a ritual of alignment repeatedly tested by subtle breaks and seams. Within this geometry, the work reads as a meditation on focus and containment: an inner void that is not emptiness, but an anchor around which energy, time, and resolve continuously revolve.