



This work stages a quiet cosmology within a strict grid, where a radiant circular disc—part gong, part sun—anchors the composition like a listening instrument for inner resonance. Against a saturated field of reds, gold leaf and textured planes catch the light in intermittent flashes, turning the surface into a ritual site where matter becomes devotional. The scattered geometry—triangles, wedges, and small chromatic interrupts—suggests thresholds and directional forces, while the faint “Om” inscribes the painting with an intimate mantra, binding the abstract architecture to a contemplative, bodily pulse.







