

A monumental violet form rises like a quiet monolith at the center, its vibrating, wave-like pattern suggesting an interior pulseβan aura that feels both protective and enigmatic. Around it, the stippled, confetti-like ground fractures space into terrain, while butterflies hover at the edges as luminous emissaries of change, their shadows anchoring the fleeting to the real. The tension between the synthetic op-art rhythm and the organic delicacy of wings stages a meditation on metamorphosis: identity as something simultaneously patterned, assembled, and perpetually in flight.







