



Concentric rings radiate like measured breaths across intersecting fields of violet, ochre, and ash, turning the surface into a vibrating map of time where each line feels both precise and restless. The butterflies, poised at the upper edge like fleeting witnesses, puncture the geometry with fragile organic presence—suggesting that metamorphosis hovers just beyond systems we try to control. Color operates as a quiet emotional chord: warm yellows and bruised purples meet in translucent overlaps, implying coexistence rather than conflict, as if motion and stillness are negotiated in the same moment. The work reads as an ode to perception itself—how life’s most delicate changes ripple outward, reshaping the whole field.







