Watch (The Rhythm of Time)

Against a field of saturated teal, two timeworn, clocklike forms and a rigid, box-headed figure hover in a quiet standoff—part sentinel, part instrument—suggesting a world where measurement has outlived meaning. The cracked whites and bruised ink blooms read like corrosion or accumulated memory, turning mechanical surfaces into fragile skins and making the act of “keeping time” feel intimate, even mortal. With its off-kilter geometry and sparse negative space, the composition suspends us between order and drift, as if precision itself were slowly dissolving into reverie.