A gestural, ink-black figure seems to tumble through a white void, its anatomy both asserted and eroded by smears, scratches, and abrupt edits that read like memory rewriting itself. Around and beneath the body, concentric mandala-like discs and triangular lattices act as gravitational fields—systems of order that the human form simultaneously resists and is pulled into. The stark monochrome heightens the drama of contact between flesh and geometry, turning the composition into a meditation on vulnerability: a person caught between instinctive motion and the cool, repeating logic of patterns that promise coherence yet threaten to absorb individuality.