Each in Their Own Orbit

Time does not stop for anyone. This work is about the moment you stop fighting that — and lift your face instead.

Black circles drift across the sheet, and from each of them a woman's arms and legs emerge — gripping the rim, as if bracing not to fall when the circle gathers speed and begins to spin. Each black disc can be read as a moment, or a whole period of a life. They follow one another inexorably, orbit after orbit, and none of them can be held still.

And yet — look at the heads. Each face is raised upward, calm above the clenched hands, waiting rather than struggling. That contrast is the whole work: the body clings, the face surrenders. We hold on to time with everything we have, and time turns anyway; the only freedom is in how we ride it.

The figures repeat, but no two orbits touch the same way twice — against the green (growth, beginnings) and the red (intensity, the thick of life), each circle spins alone. Together they form a pattern none of them can see from inside. Some viewers count the stages of their own life in these discs. Some see days; some see decades. All of these are right — the work holds them.

This is the next piece in the cycle alongside Orbit of Presence, Gravity of the Unseen, Her Horizon and His Horizon — works in which the human figure and the forces that carry it exchange places.

Offset print, hand-coloured with acrylic · 61× 42 cm · Limited edition of 10, signed · Certificate of authenticity · $400, shipping included · Shipped in a tube

If you recognize your own orbit in one of these circles — write to me and tell me which one. I answer personally.