Oksana Lopokha

Two figures merged into a single flow of lines. The upper figure stretches upwards, crowned with a circle—a crown or a halo woven from tiny knots of light. The second figure, curled at the bottom, balances at its base: both support and continuation.

The contour here multiplies, branches out, as if the line seeks its own echo. Waves of black background pick up this rhythm—the background ceases to be emptiness and becomes a continuation of the figures' movement, another voice in the same gesture.

White glows on black with sharp, almost musical precision: each curve is a separate note, each intersection of lines is a chord.