Kundalini (Inner Sanctum)

A dense spiral of alternating earthen and chalky bands turns inward like a quiet engine of contemplation, drawing the eye toward a dark, unresolved center. The nearly symmetrical split down the vertical axis reads as a fissure in certainty—two halves trying to reconcile while the rhythm of repetition insists on order. Against the matte black field, the imperfect, hand-worked texture of each ring becomes a record of time and touch, suggesting that stability is always provisional and built from layered returns. The piece holds tension between meditation and unease, as if the path to stillness must pass through fracture.