Metamorphosis 8 (Cosmic Dance)

This work reads like a weathered memory emerging through a veil of earth—ochres and ashen greys rubbed and scumbled into a surface that feels excavated rather than painted. The composition coils inward, where fractured, tile-like marks suggest an unstable architecture held together by gesture and abrasion, as if the image were continually assembling and eroding at once. Light seems trapped beneath the pigment, glowing through scraped passages and bruised shadows, lending the piece a quiet tension between shelter and collapse. What remains is a tactile meditation on impermanence: a ruin not of a place, but of certainty itself.