Meditation 83 (Crimson Center)

Concentric rings radiate from a dark, magnetic core, turning the square field into a quiet vortex where looking becomes a form of meditation. Warm reds and earthen greens pulse like sedimentary time—layered, weathered, and insistently human—while the surrounding patchwork of triangles and glyph-like marks reads as a fragmented cosmology, part map, part memory. The disciplined geometry holds the composition steady, yet the speckled, tactile surface keeps it alive, suggesting that order is never pure but always stained by experience and ritual.