


This circular abstraction radiates from a tightly held center, where ribbed, fanlike strokes unfurl into a spectrum of deep blues, teals, and bruised blacks, as if mapping the pressure points of a hidden compass. The serrated texture catches light like carved grooves, turning color into movement and making the eye oscillate between serene oceanic expanses and sharper, metallic crescents at the rim. A small wedge of green and ember-like warmth punctures the cool field, suggesting a fleeting ignition—an intrusion of memory or desire—within an otherwise disciplined, cyclical order. Encircled by a dark halo, the work reads as both protective boundary and gravitational pull, inviting contemplation of time’s rotations and the quiet tensions that drive them.







