Untitled 3 (Solitary Existence**)

A deep cobalt plane hovers like a sealed chamber within a graphite-black void, its trapezoidal geometry tightening perspective until space feels both constructed and claustrophobically infinite. At the center, a single pale vertical slit reads as door, switch, or wound—an austere interruption that turns color into atmosphere and silence into tension. The crisp linear “room” drawn around it proposes depth, yet the work resists entry, staging a meditation on threshold: the promise of illumination held just beyond reach.