Untitled 17 (The Eye of the Storm)

This work stages a quiet cosmology: a dense, seed-like core held in suspension by a widening halo of marks that shift from pinprick dots to rhythmic dashes, as if matter is thinning into breath. The composition pulls inward and outward at once—gravity gathers the center while the surrounding ring reads like an orbit or protective membrane, mapping time through repetition. In its restrained monochrome, light is not painted but implied through negative space, suggesting an inner radiance that persists even as the edges dissolve into granular uncertainty.