Untitled 91 (Cosmic Orbits)

This composition drifts between confection and cosmos, scattering saturated orbs of vermilion, citron, and pale green across a milky field as if memories were suspended in liquid light. The circles hold their radiance like bruised fruit or distant planets, while veils of white scribble and peppered black abrasion complicate their innocence, introducing time, noise, and atmospheric interference. Subtle highlights on the smaller white discs create a pulsing depth, so the picture reads less as a flat pattern than a gentle choreography of buoyancy and gravity. What emerges is a meditation on permeability—color bleeding into silence—where celebration is inseparable from erosion and the sweet is always edged by the uncertain.