Untitled 101 (Red Vessel)

A single ember-like oval of red hovers at the center of a tightly woven black field, its glow pressing outward as if the surface itself were breathing. The grid reads as both textile and cage—an industrial skin whose disciplined order is disrupted by a halo of torn filaments, suggesting impact, emergence, or a wound that refuses to close. In this stark economy of color, light becomes an event: a quiet insistence of life or signal within an expanse of near-silence. The work stages a tense dialogue between containment and rupture, where the smallest ignition reorganizes the entire space around it.