



Set within a rough-hewn wooden frame that feels salvaged from time itself, the composition centers on a single circular, stone-like form—part lens, part industrial relic—whose concentric rings draw the eye inward like a slow, meditative pull. A muted field of teal, moss, and weathered ochre is softly veiled with haze, allowing light to skim the object’s granular surface and cast a long, quiet shadow that reads as both grounding and ominous. The work stages a tension between the organic and the manufactured: the circle becomes a stubborn nucleus of memory, suggesting observation, containment, and the way history can solidify into an artifact we keep circling without fully entering.
| Country Of Origin | the circle becomes a stubborn nucleus of memory, suggesting observation, containment, and the way history can solidify into an artifact we keep circling without fully entering. |







