Son of Cycles

The smallest painting in the gallery, Son of Cycles packs a whole cosmos onto a palm-sized panel. A beetle swirling with silver-white filigree sits beneath a night sky of planets and stars, its legs and antennae traced in bold orange and white over a glowing yellow ground.

Its title places the beetle within larger rhythms: seasons, orbits, and generations. Small as it is, the insect belongs to the same turning order as the planets above it.