ZERO
What if the origin of everything is not a sound—but a silence?
Not a form—but a formlessness?
Zero is not nothing. It is the sacred everything before anything becomes.
This piece is not a depiction—it is a portal.
A visual mandala born from the center of the unseen, where time slows… and nearly stops. Like the black hole at the heart of our own being, Zero pulls consciousness inward—toward the source, toward the mystery, toward the unspeakable moment before existence took shape.
Zero is that center.
The fertile void.
The pause before breath.
The silence before the Word.
And so, this work is not about concept—it is about remembrance.
A return to the inner singularity.
A return to your own center.
Because everything—every breath, every thought, every galaxy—begins here.
In Zero.
In the infinite silence that births it all.
What is the space before creation?
What lives in the stillness between the inhale and the exhale, the silence before the first sound?
Zero is not absence—it is the sacred potential before all things come into form.
The mother of all things. The place where creation is still held in potential, unformed and yet entirely alive.
In physics, the black hole is the collapse of all form—yet it holds the memory of stars.
In consciousness, Zero is the same: it draws us into the place where the mind dissolves, where time folds, where all distinctions disappear. It is the eye of stillness through which the entire dance of life begins.
This piece was born from the place where time collapses and the self dissolves. Where identity has not yet formed, and nothing has been named.
In Zero, I ask: Can we return to the origin without fear? Can we remember the wholeness that existed before we fractured into parts?
There is a mystery held in this void—alive, waiting, pulsing beneath the surface. It is not empty. It is brimming. And yet, it demands nothing but presence. In that presence, something ancient stirs. Something both deeply personal and entirely universal.
Zero invites the viewer into the space between realities. A liminal state. A re-alignment with the rhythm of being rather than doing. It is the pause in the cosmic breath—the place where all possibilities reside, yet none have taken shape.
Can you sit in the unknown without reaching for meaning? Can you rest in the unformed without needing to create form?
This is the medicine of Zero.
A reminder that beginnings are not found in action, but in surrender.
And perhaps—just perhaps—everything we’ve been seeking is already whole, already here, in the silence beneath it all.