Roots

This monochrome field stages a choreography of splatters and tensile lines, where gravity and gesture collaborate to turn accident into intention. Dense nodes of black anchor the composition as filament-like trails whip outward, suggesting both a nervous system and a cartography of thought—connections made, broken, and remade in real time. The stark white ground functions less as emptiness than as charged silence, allowing each drip to read as a record of momentum, restraint, and release. In its raw economy, the work becomes an intimate portrait of energy itself: turbulent, improvisational, yet held together by an underlying rhythm.