



A solitary, flame-like lozenge rises from a field of molten reds and oranges, as if a seam in the image-space has been carefully opened to reveal a darker inner chamber. The two soft discs suspended at its center read like quiet pulses—twin nodes of perception—turning the form into both a totem and a bodily metaphor, poised between intimacy and cosmic distance. Subtle gradients and the near-symmetry create a meditative tension: the work feels at once devotional and uncanny, suggesting emergence, concentration, and the fragile threshold where interior life becomes visible.







