Untitled 118

This composition stages a disciplined explosion of light: yellow striations radiate like tense sunbeams from a central aperture, turning the surface into a vibrating field of energy and insistence. At the core, a blue mandorla and ringed circle operate as a threshold—part compass, part eye—where coolness contains the heat and gives the radiance a meditative gravity. The strict symmetry and the visible, tactile ridges of paint suggest a ritual act of marking time, as if illumination here is not a flash but a patiently built architecture of attention.