Meditation 185 (Celestial Contemplation)

This vertical abstraction reads like a navigational diagram for the inner life: strata of icy blues and slate grays descend in a sharp chevron, as if the heavens are folding into a single directive point. A small ember-red triangle interrupts the pale expanse—an insistence of will or warning—before the composition settles into a vast, concentric blue basin whose ripples suggest time, memory, and the hypnotic pull of return. The restrained palette and granular textures oscillate between glacial calm and tectonic pressure, turning geometric clarity into a quiet meditation on alignment—between light above, depth below, and the fragile human signal held in between.