

A muted field of olive haze holds a suspended, charcoal orb whose softened perimeter breathes like a bruise of light, inviting the eye to linger at the edge where form dissolves into atmosphere. A narrow vertical seam cleaves the composition with quiet insistence, turning the circle into a meditative threshold—part eclipse, part aperture—where symmetry becomes tension rather than comfort. The work reads as an encounter between containment and seepage, suggesting the psyche’s attempt to partition the unknown even as it darkens and expands beyond the line.







