An inquiry into the void, treated here as the primordial source from which everything else is made. Purples and greens move against black, charged and suspended at the same moment, so the work reads as motion or as absolute stillness depending on how long you are willing to stand in front of it.

Zero is closed and wide open at once. It holds creation, openness, wholeness and infinity inside a shape that appears to contain nothing at all, which is the oldest trick the feminine has ever played. An ode to that paradox, and to the source that looks like emptiness right up until you understand what emptiness is actually carrying.