



Arranged as a restrained four-panel grid, the work offers circular “specimens” of line that read like wind-maps, woodgrain, or topographies—nature’s handwriting held under glass. The pale, mint-washed grounds temper the graphite-like intricacy, letting each orbiting whorl breathe as both a self-contained world and a variation within a quiet serial rhythm. Subtle shifts in density and direction turn repetition into meditation, suggesting cycles of growth and erosion, emergence and return. What appears decorative becomes contemplative: an atlas of invisible currents made briefly legible through disciplined mark and generous space.







