In the infinite black of the unseen, color stirs. It rises not as light alone, but as a living force, bending into curves, colliding into shapes, vibrating in frequencies the ear cannot hear. Here, geometry is not fixed; it sways like music, tilting and stretching to the tempo of an unknown beat.
Electric blues hum beside molten oranges, while acid greens and magentas weave in and out like dancers in a kaleidoscopic ritual. Every shade carries its own voice, yet together they form a singular pulse — a heartbeat of energy suspended in time.
“Chromatic Pulse” is not a still image but a captured rhythm, a moment where the senses are allowed to cross wires: sight becomes sound, color becomes motion, and the viewer becomes part of the current. It is a reminder that even in stillness, the universe is in constant, vibrant conversation.
