Untitled 3 (Cosmic Discs)

Three circular fields hover like small planets against a stark white expanse, their hard-edged, high-chroma ribbons colliding and interlacing as if mapping the turbulence of thought itself. The black ground acts as a deep void that both contains and intensifies the neon palette, turning each contour into a pulse of energy and giving the compositions a sense of perpetual motion. Spaced apart yet visually rhyming, the discs suggest a fractured triptych—separate moments of the same internal weather—where repetition becomes variation and disorder resolves into a strange, celebratory coherence.