Untitled 4 (Nocturnal Bloom)

A fractured constellation of cobalt, indigo, and violet planes spirals inward, as if the canvas were a pane of stained glass caught mid-shatter and suspended in time. The thick black tracery both contains and wounds the color, turning each shard into a separate pocket of breath while the center gathers into a luminous, unsettled nucleus. Flecks of light drift across the surface like distant dust or quiet stars, suggesting that rupture can be a kind of navigation—an emotional map built from breakage, recomposed into motion. The work holds tension between collapse and cohesion, inviting the eye to surrender to disorientation and discover an austere, nocturnal clarity.