Untitled 1 (The Tree of Knowledge)

A dim, earthen field of marks accumulates like a murmured crowd, out of which a single dome of amber light slowly coheres, as if revelation were being assembled one grain at a time. The composition hinges on a quiet vertical axis—an altar-like stem bearing a small flare—so that the surrounding darkness reads less as absence than as weight, memory, and pressure. Repetition becomes ritual here: the innumerable strokes suggest a community of voices that both conceal and consecrate the central glow, turning illumination into something fragile, earned, and inward. The work holds the tension between shelter and exposure, evoking a sacred enclosure that is also a threshold.