Metamorphosis 12 (Cosmic Tapestry)

A storm of looping, circular gestures churns across the surface like coiled breath or braided currents, binding motion and restraint into the same tense rhythm. The sepia, earthen palette—scraped, smeared, and reworked—creates a bruised luminosity where light seems to emerge from abrasion rather than from clarity. Space compresses and thickens under the repeated rings, suggesting both a protective halo and a claustrophobic cycle, as if the painting is wrestling with repetition as memory: insistently returning, never quite resolving.