Untitled (A Fisherman's Tale**)

A field of stratified blues—like weathered planks or compressed horizons—holds a single circular form in quiet suspension, its concentric rings reading as both an iris and a vortex. The surface bears scratches, seams, and faint abrasions that turn the monochrome into a lived-in space, suggesting memory sedimented into material rather than simply painted. A thin, wavering line arcs across the composition like a tether or fishing filament, introducing a delicate tension between containment and drift, as if the work were measuring the distance between focus and surrender. The result is an introspective meditation on depth: a calm façade that slowly reveals an undercurrent of pull, time, and restrained motion.