Untitled 117

This work radiates like a disciplined pulse: ribbed crimson striations surge inward, their tactile grooves turning the surface into a field of pressure and release. At the center, a citron orb—quartered like a compass rose—holds the composition in taut equilibrium, while the surrounding green lozenge acts as a threshold between heat and repose. The sharp triangular incision of orange at the top reads as a wedge of arrival, suggesting a horizon or opening that interrupts the symmetry and keeps the meditation from becoming static. What emerges is a quiet cosmology of focus—an emblem of orientation where intensity is not chaotic, but harnessed into a single, luminous point.