

A luminous target of concentric whites and silvers anchors the left side, as if an origin point emitting quiet tremors into a dark, weathered field. From this nucleus, a horizontal band of crimson panels advances like a measured procession—each segment carrying its own scarred iconography—suggesting memory translated into a timeline of heat, devotion, and erosion. The stark geometry of the cross-like junction gives the composition a ritual clarity, while the granular textures and fading reds complicate it with the sense that meaning is always in the act of being recovered. In the tension between radiating circles and linear thrust, the work stages an intimate conflict between repetition and progress, resonance and resolve.







