Abstract 54

This work stages a quiet drama of convergence: ribbed planes of ochre and earthen red press inward toward a cruciform hinge, where the composition seems to fold and breathe like an engineered mandala. The insistent, carved striations catch light as if the surface were woven or scored, transforming flat color into tactile vibration and turning geometry into felt experience. Against a sliver of cool blue, the warm masses read as territory and temperament—order meeting pressure—suggesting a meditation on boundaries, balance, and the moment when separate forces consent to align.