

This work orchestrates a disciplined ring of black-and-white triangular modules, their rhythmic repetition forming a threshold that both contains and activates the softly breathing center. Against the warm, paper-like ground, the geometry begins to fray into drifting specks and scumbles, as if order is shedding its certainty into time, dust, or memory. The eye circulates the perimeter and then falls inward, registering a quiet tension between architecture and erosionβbetween the insistence of pattern and the vulnerability of what surrounds it. In that exchange, the piece reads like a meditation on boundaries: how they protect, how they exclude, and how they inevitably dissolve.







