

A dense red field holds a radial construction like a wound-up compass, its taut lines fanning from a single pivot into measured wedges of gold, crimson, and deep ultramarine. The disciplined geometry suggests a diagram of balanceβorder wrested from pressureβwhile the pronounced texture of each strand turns pure color into something physical, almost insistently handmade. By leaving a broad expanse of uninterrupted red to the right, the work stages a quiet tension between contained structure and open emptiness, inviting the eye to oscillate between certainty and suspension.







