Meditation 260 (Meditation 181)

A radiant mandala of concentric rings swells from a molten golden core, as if time itself were rippling outward in measured breaths of ochre and ember. The strict geometry is softened by weathered textures and mineral speckling, lending the work the feeling of an artifact—part cosmology, part memory—where perfection is repeatedly touched by erosion. Below, a cool, fractured band interrupts the heat of the upper field, suggesting a threshold between celestial order and earthly residue, while the small flame-like motif at the seam reads as a quiet offering, or a point of passage where spirit condenses into matter. The composition holds the viewer in a steady, meditative pull: an axis of contemplation that balances expansion with grounding, radiance with ruin.