Untitled 111 (Serene Waters)

Suspended in a field of cool turquoise, the image reads like a memory of water—layered, scraped, and re-written until space itself becomes a quiet atmosphere rather than a place. A dark, ink-like vertical pour anchors the composition, its gravity countered by the lotus-like forms that hover near the surface, suggesting fragile awakenings rising from depth. Along the upper band, circular emblems and faint geometries drift like distant constellations, turning the pond into a cosmology where reflection and thought blur. The scattered white marks—seed, pollen, or breath—introduce a tender pulse of life, implying that renewal arrives not with spectacle, but with patient accumulation.