

A heated field of color is stacked like strata—rusted red pressing down on a weathered ochre band, which in turn dissolves into a vibrating yellow plane scored with vertical pulses. Against this granular ground, a few spare glyphs—an angular “mountain” stroke, a small halo-like circle, and a drifting polygonal lattice—read as signals or coordinates, as if the work maps not a place but a state of attention. Light seems trapped and released through abrasion and thin veils of pigment, turning the surface into a record of time: erosion above, emergence below. The tension between rigid geometry and restless texture suggests a fragile order—an attempt to measure the immeasurable, to diagram the way meaning flickers inside uncertainty.







