Untitled F (Cosmic Dance)

A radiating disc—part sun, part eye—anchors the composition like a cosmic instrument calibrating the surrounding turbulence, its gold striations cutting through a sea of midnight blues and chalky abrasions. Around it, scratched symbols and fractured geometries behave like remnants of an erased language, suggesting memory as a palimpsest where meaning flickers but never fully resolves. The vertical axis and weighty dark forms below imply a figure or totem emerging from the wreckage, poised between ascent and collapse, while electric blues act as brief currents of hope within the dense, weathered surface. The work reads as an atlas of inner space: a ritual of seeing in which illumination is earned through accumulation, erosion, and return.