The Black Kite

Against a field of urgent red, a brooding black form sits like a sealed vessel, its edges bruised with faint turquoise light that suggests both corrosion and radiance. Two taut, sweeping arcs cut across the surface as if charting invisible trajectories, turning the composition into a collision between measured geometry and lived sensation. Along the lower band, a procession of chalk-like symbols—playful, cryptic, almost folk in temperament—reads as a buried diary, a thin seam of memory interrupting the monolith’s silence. The work holds a charged tension: the monumental desire to contain and control, and the irrepressible, intimate language that keeps leaking through.