Untitled 7 (A Tapestry of Symbols)

A veil of mossy gold washes over the surface like aged parchment, softening the field into a murmured terrain where symbols, eyes, and small geometric offerings drift in and out of attention. The composition resists a single focal point, instead building a rhythmic constellation of marks—triangles, dots, and wavering textures—that feels at once childlike and ritualistic, as if memory has been translated into a private alphabet. Subtle flashes of blue and violet puncture the muted ground, suggesting brief awakenings of clarity within a larger, contemplative hush. What emerges is a quiet narrative of watchfulness and belonging: figures half-formed, half-hidden, holding the viewer in a gentle, enigmatic gaze.