Missing Mona (Two Women and a Parrot)

Arranged in a quiet horizontal procession, these eight circular fields read like portals—each one a concentrated cosmos of crimson, magenta, and ember tones suspended within a broad expanse of white silence. The repetition establishes a measured rhythm, yet the internal turbulence of each disc—its granular blooms and molten flecks—suggests variation within order, as though time itself were being sampled in discreet, luminous moments. The stark negative space functions not as emptiness but as a contemplative margin, heightening the sensation that we are observing fragments of an unfolding cycle: micro-worlds held in restraint, glowing with contained intensity.