Untitled 1 (The Void)

A warm, ochre-red field holds a strict grid like a quiet architecture, yet within its compartments float archetypal triangles, circles, and crescents that read as both symbols and shadows of symbols. The central, near-black square functions as a gravitational silence—an aperture that absorbs certainty—while the surrounding muted greens and ambers suggest memory’s residue rather than solid form. Light feels filtered, as if passing through stained glass, turning geometry into a contemplative language about order’s fragile truce with the unknown.