Composition No 315 (Flowing Forms)

A field of rippling, contour-like lines drifts across the white ground, as if the work were mapping an invisible topography of breath, memory, or sound. The disciplined monochrome rhythm is punctuated by black, pin-headed stalks that rise like quiet markers—notes on a score—anchoring the fluidity with moments of insistence and pause. Between these opposing forces, the composition holds a poised tension: motion without chaos, minimal means yielding a spacious meditation on how we chart what cannot be held.