



A solitary ochre disc hovers against a field of graphite greys, like a muted sun held in suspension by atmospheric weight. The surface—woven with soft striations and bruised bands of maroon—reads as time sedimented into layers, suggesting dusk, ash, or the afterimage of a distant event. A single diagonal incision of pale light cleaves the space with quiet decisiveness, turning the composition into a meditation on orientation: the human need to mark direction within ambiguity. In its restraint, the work stages a tension between presence and erasure, where warmth persists as a small, stubborn certainty inside an expansive, unsettled calm.







