Untitled 49 (A Celestial Ballet)

Suspended in a smoky field of greys, a serpentine form coils and re-coils like a thought that cannot settle, its striped spine acting as both tether and pulse. The composition balances dense, rounded voids against drifting shards and flecks, suggesting a clockwork of memory where fragments orbit an unseen center of gravity. Light is not radiant here but rubbed into the surface—an abrasion that exposes layers, turning the work into a quiet record of pressure, erosion, and persistence. In this monochrome choreography, the figure reads as a totem of endurance: part instrument, part organism, holding tension between control and surrender.