Beginning (Flight of Fantasy)

Arranged like a quiet taxonomy, these small circular fields read as planets, cells, and lenses—each a contained atmosphere where pigment breathes against the whiteness that surrounds it. Veils of teal, ochre, and rust build soft vortices, while intermittent inked birds pierce the serenity with precise, anatomical presence, as if memory briefly comes into focus before dissolving back into color. The repetition of the format becomes a meditation on variation: cycles of emergence and retreat, clarity and blur, held within the disciplined geometry of the grid. One empty ring at the bottom functions like a pause or missing specimen, turning the series into a contemplation of absence as much as image.