Moon

A luminous, moonlike disc hovers at the center, its pale architecture of rectangles, circles, and quiet triangles reading like a weathered blueprint for memory—ordered, yet continuously eroded by time. Around it, a deep ultramarine field locks the composition into a nocturnal hush, where repeated geometric emblems feel less like decoration than a coded cosmology. The stark contrast between the chalky interior grid and the velvety blue perimeter stages a meditation on containment: the human urge to measure the infinite, and the gentle futility of that desire. What emerges is a poised tension between system and spirit, as if the painting were both map and mantra.