Untitled No 17 (abstract)

This monochrome grid reads like an atlas of sensations—each tile a distinct register of gesture, from liquid marbling and smoky blooms to scraped strata and looping calligraphic tangles. The strict modular structure acts as a quiet curator, containing eruptions of texture and tonal violence while allowing rhythm to emerge through repeated motifs—circles that pulse like memory, stripes that interrupt like silence, and veils of grey that dissolve certainty. In the absence of color, light becomes the primary narrative: it catches on ridges, sinks into stains, and moves the eye across the panel like weather across a landscape of thought. The work ultimately proposes abstraction as a form of cataloging experience—fractured, iterative, and held together by the human need to impose order on flux.