Untitled 2 (A Symphony of Color**)

A disciplined grid of softly bleeding circles turns repetition into a quiet meditation, where each chromatic pulse—rose, lilac, apricot, saffron—seems to inhale and exhale against the pale ground. The strict geometry provides a stabilizing architecture, yet the watercolor-like edges resist containment, letting light and pigment drift into one another as if time were gently smudging memory. Subtle shifts in saturation create a drifting rhythm across the surface, suggesting a map of moods rather than a diagram of forms—an insistence that feeling can be measured, but never fully pinned down.