



This composition orchestrates concentric rings into a vibrating field of checkered intervals, where warm rusts and ember reds collide with cool teals and slate blues to produce a pulse-like optical hum. The eye is drawn inward toward a small, steady nucleus, only to be pushed back out by the rhythmic, almost architectural segmentation—suggesting a tension between order and sensory overload. In this calibrated turbulence, the work reads as a meditation on perception itself: how repetition can become motion, and how structure can tip into trance.







