Amanda 2 (The Abyss)

A field of molten oranges and ember reds is held in austere horizontal bands, as if the canvas were a furnace door sealing in heat and memory. At the center, a dark, seed-like oval hovers within a soft halo, suggesting both a wound and a germ of becoming—an interior gravity that pulls the surrounding atmosphere into quiet orbit. Below, a cooler slate-blue strip punctures the warmth with three dim, planetary discs, introducing a measured rhythm that reads like time marks or distant signals against the near-total glow. The work stages a tension between containment and radiance, where the simplest geometry becomes a meditation on threshold, silence, and the persistence of inner light.