Untitled (Duality)

A severe vertical divide cleaves the picture into two climates of being: a pale, granular field that seems to breathe and a dense nocturnal column that absorbs all sound. Two suspended discs—one a vivid ember of red, the other a muted lunar grey—hover like signals across an unbridgeable border, suggesting both dialogue and estrangement. The faint, incised lines that skim the surface read as trajectories or censored coordinates, implying movement that is continually interrupted. In this restrained geometry, the work becomes a meditation on threshold—how proximity can sharpen longing, and how light persists as a single, stubborn note against encroaching shadow.