Untitled 2 (Crimson Mandala)

A dense crimson disk hovers like a disciplined sun, its surface gridded with incised squares, circles, and arrows that feel at once architectural and talismanic—an inner city of symbols held in quiet tension. Against the ash-grey ground, the red becomes a pulse of embodied energy, while the scratched, relief-like textures read as memory etched into plaster, insisting that meaning is built through accumulation. The lower band echoes the same vocabulary in pale ghost-forms, as if the work stages a passage from the material world into an afterimage—structure dissolving into recollection, and heat cooling into trace.