



A hypnotic mandala of concentric rings anchors the triptych, its pale, moonlike center punctuated by a single red point that reads as both wound and awakening—an intimate pulse within a vast quiet. Around this calm nucleus, the surface becomes archaeological: scraped, mottled earth-tones and bruised reds accumulate like memory sediment, suggesting time’s pressure and the friction of lived experience. The flanking panels, with their fractured, crystalline textures, act as peripheral vision—restless, volatile fields that push the gaze back toward the stillness of the core, as if the work stages a meditation on finding inner order amid surrounding turbulence. The triangular motifs above and below subtly sanctify the axis, turning the composition into a ritual diagram where chaos, focus, and transcendence meet.







