Untitled 12 (Golden Vibration)

Suspended in a field of sun-burnished ochre, a vertical chain of pale, broken ovals reads like an illuminated spine—at once geological strata and a ritual tally of breaths. The soft, grainy ground diffuses light as if it were memory itself, while the darker orbiting marks tighten and loosen around the center, suggesting containment, pressure, and release. This modest axis becomes a quiet monument to endurance: repetition not as monotony, but as the slow accretion of meaning, where each chalky deposit carries the trace of touch and time.