Internal Orbit

Red moves through the mind like a decision still forming. Navy settles like the one already made.

A sculptural face tilts upward — eyes closed, neck exposed — while bold geometric ribbons of crimson and midnight blue cut across the surface in fluid, orbital arcs. Around it, fine circular lines and floating spheres suggest movement at a scale the eye can almost track. The white of the face and background keeps everything from collapsing into chaos. The tension is deliberate.

This is a portrait of the inside of thinking. Precise, restless, and quietly unsettling in the best possible way.