Untitled 11 (Journeys of the Soul)

A monumental dark disc—its surface etched with concentric traces like an archive of touch—presses forward from a pristine white box, turning the vitrine into a quiet chamber of ritual. At its core, the pale circular field and a single vertical red bar read as both wound and compass needle, a charged axis that stabilizes the surrounding weight while suggesting pulse, warning, or desire. Below, the open compartment reveals keyrings bearing small carved forms, transforming the language of access into a tender inventory of bodies and memories—objects that promise entry yet also underline what remains locked. The work balances austerity and intimacy, letting emptiness function as a stage where control, vulnerability, and possession circulate in slow, deliberate tension.