Untitled 104 (The Dance of Forms)

This monochrome composition stages a quiet ceremony of geometry, where a translucent triangle—part shrine, part warning sign—houses a single dark “eye” and a scatter of marks that read like coded breath or falling seeds. Soft, smoky fields of gray press in from behind, while the hard vertical stitch at the right edge introduces a measured tension, as if the image is being sutured to order or restrained from drifting into dream. Above, the tulip-like silhouettes crown the form with a fragile dignity, suggesting growth tempered by discipline, and a narrative of inner life held carefully within constructed boundaries.