

Four monumental circles, each etched with concentric, almost topographic striations, read like separate atmospheres pressed into intimate contact—yellow, rust, teal, and violet holding their own climates of light. Against these vast chromatic fields, the butterflies appear as delicate emissaries, their scale insisting on fragility while their placement suggests migration, chance encounter, and quiet cohabitation across boundaries. The overlapping discs create a suspended geometry—part celestial chart, part microscope slide—where the painting meditates on how small lives navigate immense systems, and how beauty persists as a brief, luminous interruption within patterned time.







