

Suspended within a vibrating field of concentric linework, two pale butterflies become quiet anchors against a restless, optical pulseβfragile bodies holding their ground in a world that seems to shimmer and shift beneath them. The saturated pink ground heightens the sensation of heat and immediacy, while the dark circular aperture reads like a portal or lens, compressing space into a single, hypnotic beat. A green arc cuts across the lower register like a horizon or threshold, suggesting passage and return, as if transformation is not flight alone but the disciplined navigation of invisible currents.







