Mona (Two Women and a Parrot)

Arranged like a quiet constellation of specimens, these circular abstracts read as portholes into separate yet related atmospheres—each one a compressed weather system of pigment, sparks, and sediment. The tight geometry of the grid disciplines the exuberant color, so that violet-black depths and sudden neon fractures feel both cosmic and cellular, suggesting creation as a series of controlled eruptions. Across the set, repetition becomes variation: the eye moves from panel to panel as if tracking shifting states of matter, where chaos is not opposed to order but meticulously archived within it.