Untitled 7 (The Labyrinth of Existence)

This composition coils into a circular labyrinth of ribboned forms, where warm ochres and rusts braid with cool slate blues like opposing currents learning to share a single breath. The cellular, pebble-like textures give each pathway the feeling of a living skin—both geological and anatomical—suggesting growth, erosion, and memory occurring at once. Set against an expanse of quiet white, the intertwined channels read as a map of inner motion: a meditation on how complexity can become its own kind of order, held together by patient, meandering continuity.