



This work stages a quiet cosmology of kinship: two concentric mandala-like orbs—each sheltering a stylized tree—hover within a field of earthen reds, as if memory itself has been pressed into pigment. Radiant rings of dots and petal motifs pulse outward, while taut, luminous lines stitch the larger sphere to the smaller, turning distance into a visible bond and suggesting transmission—of ancestry, story, or breath—across space. The warm, grounded palette evokes soil and bloodline, yet the disciplined geometry lends the scene a ceremonial calm, where growth is not chaotic but patterned, protected, and continually renewed.







