Untitled 3 (Cosmic Balance)

A poised geometry of layered rectangles stages a quiet drama between heat and depth: a sunlit ochre field hovers over a brooding maroon ground, as if horizon and memory were pressed into the same plane. At the center, a small pale panel—capped by a darker band and punctuated by a single red dot—reads like a sealed message or votive mark, concentrating the entire composition into one restrained pulse of presence. The surface feels weathered and tactile, its scumbles and stains suggesting time’s abrasion, so that the work becomes less an image than a meditation on containment—how vast atmospheres can be held inside simple boundaries.