Death To A Well (Ascending Forms)

Suspended in a field that shifts from nocturnal black to smoldering red, a procession of cobalt bodies drifts like repeating dreams, each form both human and aquatic, tendered by filament-like hands that read as breath, gills, or yearning. A single pale thread rises through them, stitching the figures into a vertical pilgrimage toward the radiant yellow bloom above—a quiet sun-lotus that crowns the composition with promise and impossible serenity. The rhythmic repetition becomes a meditation on ascent: how spirit moves through layers of self, shedding density while carrying the same fragile reach forward. In this tension between deep, cool blues and the heated ground beneath, the work frames awakening not as a sudden revelation, but as a disciplined, communal levitation toward light.