Litany

A nocturnal field of charcoal and bruised violets is cut by two stark, chalk-white silhouettes, their vertical tension reading like bodies, pillars, or fault lines—presences that refuse to fully materialize. At the left, an eye-like aperture emerges from a tangle of nervous, multicolored threads, as if consciousness is snagged in a thicket of memory and sensation. The composition stages a charged dialogue between containment and spill: clean contours attempt to hold form while the surrounding marks fray and swarm, suggesting identity as something continuously unraveling and reassembled in the dark.