

A dense indigo field is scored with nervous black arcs and dashed trajectories, as if the surface were mapping an orbit rather than depicting a place. At its center, a pale, imperfect void breathes against the surrounding pressure, turning absence into the work’s most luminous presence. The scratched, layered marks feel like repeated attempts to locate balance—gesture after gesture accumulating into a quiet record of tension, return, and fragile clarity. What emerges is a meditation on containment and escape, where the mind’s circular habits are both diagrammed and gently disrupted.







