

This exuberant mosaic of saturated squares reads like a diary of sensation—each panel a small chamber of memory—while a bright vertical current of green-to-gold light stitches the whole field into a single, rising breath. Butterflies punctuate the geometry with living asymmetry, their wings hovering between containment and release, suggesting metamorphosis as the quiet logic behind the riot of color. Circular medallions and talismanic fragments—sun-face, compass, shell, stones—anchor the composition like relics of guidance and belonging, turning the grid into a cosmology where personal symbols become navigational stars.







