



A luminous white ring hovers like a held breath against a field of teal, where diagonal striations read as rain, static, or the restless grain of memory. The circle’s soft halo suggests a portal or void, yet the paint’s drips and the abrupt splatter at its edge interrupt purity with accident—an insistence that every threshold is also a wound. In the tension between the work’s serene chroma and its agitated mark-making, the piece becomes a meditation on persistence: a calm center trying to remain intact amid relentless, directional pressure.







