Untitled 9 (Blue Cosmos)

A pale ground holds a storm of blue and slate fragments that gather, drift, and thin like a murmuration caught between water and air, turning the surface into a field of quiet motion. The composition breathes through its gradients—dense constellations press toward the center while open expanses of paper act as silence, letting each mark register as both particle and pause. Two darker, hovering orbs punctuate the scatter, suggesting distant anchors—planets, seeds, or thoughts—around which the restless fragments organize and dissolve. In its restrained palette and granular cadence, the work becomes an elegy for impermanence: order briefly appears, then returns to a luminous, ungraspable haze.