Untitled 3

This nocturne abstraction is built from a saturated field of ultramarine, where mottled textures behave like submerged weather—memory and matter suspended in the same depth. A vertical alignment of orbs anchors the composition, while the central dark disk, cupped by pale crescents, reads as an eclipse or an eye: a quiet mechanism of seeing and concealment. The sparse geometry feels ritualistic against the bruised, aqueous ground, suggesting a cosmology of inner states—cycles of presence and absence, breath and tide—held in luminous restraint.