A single, monumental eye is suspended within a rust-red disc, like a celestial lens or ancient seal, its dark pupil pulling the viewer inward with equal parts intimacy and unease. Veins of line and scratched notation traverse the surface as if recording memory, rumor, and surveillance—marks that turn vision into an archive rather than a neutral act. The warm, bruised palette radiates outward while the surrounding white field holds a charged silence, suggesting that seeing is never innocent: it can bless, expose, or wound. The small punctuations of red at the edge read like warning signals, underscoring the work’s quiet meditation on power, attention, and the “bad eye” of public scrutiny.