Untitled 199 (Cosmic Eye)

A field of smoldering reds is cleaved into disciplined, diagonal strata that feel both tectonic and ceremonial, as if the surface were a map of pressure held in careful balance. At the center, an almond-shaped burst of golden spokes radiates like a contained sun—an emblem of insight or ignition—its ordered lines pushing against the surrounding grain and insisting on a calm, deliberate power. The slight abrasions and weathered patina temper the intensity, suggesting time’s touch on passion, while the thin blue bands at the margins read as distant horizons that cool and frame the heat. What emerges is a meditation on containment and release: energy gathered, focused, and made luminous within an architecture of restraint.