

This composition treats the circle as both vessel and lens, where ribbed red planes slide across a nocturnal ground like measured breaths of light. The segmented geometry creates a quiet tension between order and interruption, as if a fragmented map is trying to reassemble its own logic. Against the stark white field, the two satellite discs read as echoes or afterimages—suggesting continuity beyond the central form and turning minimal means into a meditation on rhythm, containment, and dispersal.







