A 65×95 cm window onto something with no edge.
The largest cosmic piece in the catalogue, 65 cm wide and 95 cm tall — a
deliberate vertical so the eye falls into it. The hole sits a little off
centre; a bright accretion disc bends around it in warm gold and rust,
fading into the deep, painted-by-hand night that runs through every cosmic
piece in the shop. Up close, the texture is layered acrylic; from across a
room, it reads as a single still moment. It wants a wall it can own.
