Composition No 317

This composition stages a charged dialogue between measured cadence and unruly surge: on the left, disciplined black slashes read like notations or breath-marks, while the right side blooms into overlapping arcs that spiral and collide. Burnt orange and saffron flare through the greys like embers caught in a gust, their translucency suggesting memory layers scraped and reasserted across the surface. The sweeping, circular brushwork compresses space into a vortex of motion, evoking both the choreography of migration—wings, currents, repetitions—and the inner turbulence of thought as it gathers momentum. In its tension between order and eruption, the work becomes a meditation on how structure tries to contain vitality, yet inevitably yields to it.