Milos Zahradka Maiorana
The drum beat does not dissolve time—it defines, it marks the moment with precision. Music lingers while rhythm asserts itself with certainty. Each beat affirms time's essence, neither resisting nor attempting to seduce it. To follow rhythm is not to be coerced but to move in step with what already is.
The rhythm holds steady—rooted, deliberate. Deep purple forms press against a bright yellow field, not drifting but defining space, marking time. There is no blur, no hesitation. The yellow is the breath that gives each beat weight.
A single orange line cuts through striking at just the right moment—precise, unwavering. The layered shapes suggest an expanding and contracting rhythm. There is no excess, only what is necessary. This rhythm is made visible—steady, clear, and assured.