

This monochrome abstraction choreographs concentric rings into an S-shaped current, where tight spirals and broadened arcs read like time etched into matterβat once geological, mechanical, and bodily. The stark polarity of ink and paper turns the image into a study of pressure and release, with dense nuclei pulling the eye inward while the sweeping bands propel it back into open space. A subtle fracture down the center interrupts the otherwise hypnotic continuity, suggesting a seam between order and rupture, as if the work is recording a force field mid-shift. In its quiet economy, the piece becomes a meditation on recurrenceβhow cycles repeat, drift, and inevitably carry their own imperfections.







