Untitled 22 (Cosmic Seed)

A soft, haloed rectangle hovers in a warm field, as if a memory has been gently pressed into paper and left to bloom at its edges. Within this porous boundary, cool teal and mossy greens gather like a secret garden, interrupted by bruised violets and honeyed washes that suggest both healing and decay in the same breath. Flecks and strokes of gold read as drifting relics—fragments of light or time—turning the composition into a quiet reliquary where tenderness is framed by uncertainty. The work’s restrained geometry holds an otherwise liquid, organic interior, proposing that containment can be both protection and haunting.