

This spare, vertical composition reads like a suspended totem of crescent forms, each arc built from granular pigment that seems to breathe between opacity and dissolution. The repeated bowls of shadow and light create a quiet rhythm of ascent and descent, while the central dotted axis insists on a fragile orderβan inner measure holding the whole in balance. Fine rootlike filaments leak from the densest passages, suggesting that what appears weightless is nevertheless tethered to something earthy and instinctual, a meditation on growth, gravity, and the longing to align.







