

A disciplined circle is cleaved by a white cruciform axis, turning the surface into four radiating fields whose ridged strokes behave like light caught in relief—less painted than activated. Warm golds flare upward like a dawning crown, while the red and deep green quadrants hold opposing emotional temperatures—urgency and contemplation—each tethered to the steady, tidal blue that frames the lower arc. The work reads as a compass of inner states: order imposed on sensation, yet the vibration of the striations insists on pulse, friction, and the possibility of transformation at the center.







