Untitled 3 (Blue Field)

A dense field of cobalt tesserae stretches like an urban skin, its repetitive marks suggesting both the comfort and claustrophobia of systems we inhabit. Through its center, a jagged fissure rises as a fragile vertical axis—part lightning, part seam—where pale light gathers into a starburst, as if meaning were trying to break through the grid. The tension between the meticulous, almost obsessive surface and the raw rupture turns the composition into a meditation on endurance: order held together until a single crack becomes a passage for renewal.