17 Hours 36 Minutes Life Facsimile (Abyss)

This monochrome abstraction organizes itself as a pair of imperfect concentric rings, their bruised brushwork circling a quiet core like the residue of repeated gestures and returning thoughts. The scraped blacks and diluted greys alternately gather and dissipate, turning the white ground into both void and illumination, as if light is being worn into the surface by motion. What first reads as a simple orbit becomes a meditation on cycles—presence and absence, restraint and rupture—where the image holds tension between containment and the urge to spill beyond its own boundary.