Untitled 10 (Golden Field)

This work stages a tense, almost ceremonial symmetry: two jagged, ink-dark masses press in from either side, leaving a narrow corridor of ochre light that feels both sheltering and precarious. A strict vertical axis—pierced by three suspended orbs—anchors the composition like a pendulum of thought, measuring the distance between opposing forces and the fragile equilibrium they negotiate. The dense, scribbled textures read as accumulated noise or memory, while the central void becomes a charged silence, suggesting a threshold where separation can become connection.