Birth 2

A storm of black pigment turns across a stark white field, gathering into a dense central vortex that feels both gravitational and psychological—an image of thought under pressure. The sweeping, circular gestures create a sense of time recorded as motion, while scattered splatters and smears act like shrapnel of memory, resisting any single, stable reading. Faint vertical striations interrupt the turbulence like seams or scars, suggesting an underlying structure that the chaos cannot fully erase, and turning the work into a meditation on containment, rupture, and return. In its restricted palette, the piece finds a surprising luminosity: the white is not emptiness, but the charged silence around an event.