Memories Of The Childhood Vii

Set against a saturated red field that reads like both curtain and alarm, a wheel of prismatic wedges radiates from a stitched center, turning geometry into a kind of emotional compass. White birds—crisp as cutouts—burst across the spokes, their repeated silhouettes suggesting thoughts escaping a system that tries to measure and contain them. At the edge, the inverted figure hovers between play and peril, as if gravity itself has been rewritten; the composition becomes a meditation on surrendering control so that joy, chance, and freedom can enter the frame. The delicate lines lacing the circle hint at invisible constraints, yet the color’s centrifugal energy insists on renewal—an insistence that feels earned rather than naïve.