



Suspended in a velvety field of darkness, a red coreβat once sun and woundβanchors the composition while translucent planes of ochre and cobalt tilt through it like shifting partitions of memory. A pale green arc cuts a slow, scythe-like orbit across the center, its luminous curve suggesting both protection and inevitability, as if time itself is being drawn around the heart of the image. The restless black glyphs and wavering marks behave like half-erased notations, turning the surface into a palimpsest where gestures register as echoes of movement rather than fixed form. What emerges is a quiet drama of emergence and concealment: light trying to organize space, and space refusing to settle into certainty.







