



A quiet, mandala-like vortex of concentric rings anchors the composition, its pale, luminous center pulsing against a velvety field as though a memory is gathering itself into focus. The olive and ochre palette—earthy yet fevered—turns the surface into a weathered relic, where speckled halos and measured circles suggest both cosmic order and the grit of time’s erosion. Framed by a patchwork border that feels archival and domestic, the work negotiates between diagram and talisman, inviting contemplation of how structure becomes solace. What emerges is a meditation on inner gravity: a centered stillness that holds the surrounding darkness without trying to defeat it.







