Spindle (Figure with Triangles)

A solitary, totemic figure stands at the seam of two worlds: a radiant vertical ember of orange light pressed against a dense, nocturnal green, as if identity is being forged in the friction between revelation and concealment. The surrounding field of weathered blues—scumbled, stained, and punctured by drifting white filaments—reads like memory made atmospheric, a space where time has left its soot and salt. On either side, the small triangular sail-forms hover like distant witnesses or choices, their opposing hues echoing the central divide and suggesting navigation through emotional weather rather than literal water. The rough-edged paper and layered textures insist on vulnerability, turning this quiet symmetry into a meditation on passage, balance, and the cost of becoming visible.