Untitled 10 (The Meeting of Worlds)

This composition reads like a palimpsest of memory—an abstracted face or mask suspended in a field of glyphs, where language becomes texture and thought becomes atmosphere. Cool blues and chalky whites form a cerebral ground, while a fevered bloom of yellow and pink pushes forward, suggesting a tender interior life pressing against the cool geometry of symbols and signs. The scattered triangles, circles, and coded marks imply a private cosmology—half diagram, half dream—inviting the viewer to navigate between communication and concealment. In its layered surfaces, the work stages a quiet tension between the urge to be legible and the comfort of remaining beautifully encrypted.