Poem Of Colours 2

A circular field becomes a contained ecosystem, where hundreds of short, raised marks—black, ochre, and chalky white—swarm over a green-gold ground like fallen reeds or a restless script. The composition denies a single focal point, yet the densest tangle at the center pulls the eye into a quiet vortex, suggesting how order emerges from accumulation rather than design. Light skims the impasto and turns texture into event, making the surface feel simultaneously organic and engineered, as if mapping the pulse of a landscape seen through time. In its closed, planet-like format, the work reads as a meditation on memory and growth—an archive of gestures that holds chaos with tenderness.