



Against a field of incandescent red, a mandala-like engine of tessellated color unfolds into a bestiary of angular creatures, as if myth and mathematics have temporarily agreed on a single language. The composition pivots around a cruciform core—part compass, part totem—anchoring the riot of blues, greens, and ambers into a precarious symmetry that feels both ceremonial and volatile. Along the lower edge, a thin horizon of spires and satellite dishes introduces a contemporary register, suggesting that the same forces that once populated folklore now animate our technologies and urban dreams. The work reads as a cosmogram of restless imagination—order constantly reassembled from playful fragments, where every shard of pattern carries the charge of a story in flight.







