Metamorphosis 12 (Cosmic Birth)

A dense, storm-grey field swirls around a luminous core, as if an internal eruption has scorched its way to the surface and left behind both ash and radiance. The composition’s concentric currents and cracked veils of white read like memory under pressure—layers abrading, resurfacing, and refusing to settle into a single narrative. Flecks of ochre and rust puncture the monochrome like mineral wounds, suggesting a geology of emotion where endurance is etched through accretion rather than clarity. What emerges is a suspended metamorphosis: part relic, part chrysalis, holding the tension between collapse and renewal in one charged, breathing mass.