



This monochrome abstraction stages a quiet drama of convergence: geometric grids and tessellated triangles press against softer, clouded washes, as if logic and intuition are negotiating a shared territory. A central hourglass-like form anchors the composition, suggesting time, choice, and the narrowing of possibility, while circular arcs orbit the scene like measured breaths or recurring memories. The restrained palette heightens the workβs psychological chargeβblack forms read as weights and thresholds, and the scratched, gestural marks introduce a tremor of vulnerability within the otherwise disciplined structure. What emerges is a meditation on balance, where order is continually unsettled by the human impulse to spill, blur, and remake the boundaries.







