Untitled 47 (Woven Chromatics)

This work unfolds as a quiet field of repeating chevrons, where countless flecks of rose, ember, and ash-gray gather into a woven rhythm that feels both disciplined and tremulous. The light seems to rise from within the grain of the surface, as if each mark were a small pulse, making the pattern oscillate between textile-like order and atmospheric drift. Its insistence on repetition becomes meditative—suggesting cycles of breath, memory, or seasons—while the mottled interruptions keep the structure human, imperfect, and alive.