This piece strikes like a primordial gesture, a dark arc slicing through space with visceral energy. The central void, ringed by inky black and bleeding red, resembles an eye or wound—a moment of focus and rupture. Thin streams of yellow punctuate the sweep like signals, while scattered red spheres float deliberately, creating rhythm and pause. There’s a sense of motion paused at the point of transformation, a drama between containment and release. Fluidity here becomes a survival instinct—part elegance, part alarm.
