Untitled 13 (Abstract Composition 1)

A hushed field of weathered greys and earthen browns holds three pale, suspended forms like lunar weights, aligned on a central axis that reads as both body and column—an anatomy of balance rather than a depiction. The granular surface, scuffed and stippled as if time itself were the medium, turns emptiness into substance, while faint bruises of red and two small yellow points flicker like hesitant signals in a vast silence. The composition oscillates between ritual diagram and private cosmology: circles, a seed-like teardrop, and a modest row of marks at the base suggest measurement, incantation, and memory in the same breath. What emerges is a quiet meditation on order and vulnerability, where meaning is not declared but slowly excavated from the patina of restraint.