Untitled No 4 (Prismatic Bursts)

A regimented field of circular “stations” is repeatedly punctured by unruly bursts of pigment, as if order itself has been tested—and joyfully failed to contain the spill of lived experience. Each chromatic bloom carries its own temperament, from soot-dark bruises to citrus flares, while the surrounding constellation of fine splatter lines functions like nervous energy linking one event to the next. The work’s tension resides in this dance between grid-like expectation and kinetic accident, suggesting a diary of moments where control yields to exuberant chance. Beneath the playfulness, the persistent rhythm of dots reads like time’s metronome—steady, indifferent—against which individuality insists on making a mess.