Together 11

A vast circular field of black-and-white fragments vibrates like a compressed swarm of thoughts, its tessellated marks suggesting both meticulous order and restless agitation. Against the cool, withholding grey ground, sharp planes of translucent triangles and wedges puncture the sphere, as if measurement and desire are trying to pin down something essentially ungraspable. Subtle amber and ochre accents, tethered by thin red drips, read like small ignitions of feeling—moments of warmth held in tension with a more clinical geometry. The work becomes a meditation on containment: how the mind builds a dense interior world, and how fragile interventions of light and structure attempt to orient it without ever fully quieting its motion.