

This circular abstraction reads like a cross‑section of time itself—molten ochres and amber currents press against cool greys, as if heat and ash are negotiating a fragile truce. The composition spirals inward through marbled veils and cellular textures, where the eye is caught between eruption and erosion, movement and sediment. Raised metallic studs punctuate the surface like a private constellation, turning the painting into a tactile map of memory—points of insistence that suggest order trying to emerge from turbulence. In its luminous golds and bruised shadows, the work holds a quiet alchemy: beauty born not from calm, but from compression, fracture, and slow recomposition.