This circular abstraction reads like a stained-glass cosmos fractured by time: ribbons of inky fissures traverse a volatile field of magenta, ember-orange, and bruised violet, holding the exuberance of color in a tense, tectonic embrace. Thick, impastoed passages catch light as if the surface were still molten, while sudden blooms of turquoise and pale gold open brief windows of breath amid the density. The round format turns the composition into a sealed world—simultaneously wound and halo—suggesting that rupture can be a structure for radiance rather than its opposite.