Untitled 54 (The Tree of Love)

A canopy of looping, translucent cells swells into the silhouette of a tree, turning nature into a diagram of relationships—each orbiting line a small act of contact, overlap, and quiet insistence. The monochrome web rejects solidity in favor of permeability: trunk and crown are not masses but conversations, held together by repetition, interruption, and return. Ornamental spirals rim the form like breath or wind, suggesting growth as both memory and motion, where the living structure is less an object than a continuously redrawn field of connection.