Untitled 3 (Seed of Life)

A rust-darkened circular field reads like a scorched halo, its pitted surface holding the memory of heat and time, while a tight cluster of pale, shell-like forms hovers at the center with unsettling tenderness. The composition stages a quiet collision between erosion and emergence: the soft, milky pile suggests seeds or bone fragments, an ambiguous nucleus of life, consumption, or residue. A single viscous black drip anchors the cluster, turning the work into a suspended ritual—an offering that simultaneously nourishes and stains, asking whether creation can ever be separated from decay.