4 Hours 14 Minutes Life Facsimile (The Abyss**)

This work stages a quiet violence of emergence: chalky, incandescent strokes spiral through a field of near-total black, as if light is being excavated rather than painted. The composition turns on a wounded, circular core—part portal, part scar—around which frayed arcs and wavering lines orbit like memory caught in repetition. Its restrained monochrome heightens the sensation of breath and pulse, suggesting a meditation on dissolution and return, where absence becomes the space that shapes presence.