



Suspended in a fog of silvery greys, the composition is anchored by a vertical, piano-key spine that reads like a measured pulseβorder insisting itself within a field of drifting fragments and erased architecture. Around it, petal-like black forms and a hovering halo of tessellated marks suggest a figure both botanical and totemic, as if growth and ritual are being translated into geometry. The restrained monochrome and soft abrasions of texture create a quiet tension between presence and dissolution, turning the image into a meditation on balance: the mindβs need to structure what is, by nature, unstable and constantly becoming.







