

This composition reads like a private cosmology—triangles, sigils, and scaffolded frames assembled into a ritual diagram where intuition and structure negotiate for balance. Warm pinks and ochres radiate a sunbaked tenderness, while charcoal lines and scratchy hatching introduce friction, as if memory is being revised in real time. The central circular form, held within angular enclosures, suggests an “eye” or inner lens—an emblem of witnessing—while the vine-like growth at the left quietly insists that organic life keeps threading through even the most constructed order. In its layered spaces and repeating glyphs, the work becomes a map of passage: part shrine, part blueprint, inviting the viewer to read meaning not as a fixed message but as a living pattern.