I perceive my inner landscape as a sparse constellation of convictions: isolated points that acknowledge one another only when nothing clouds their mutual horizon. Those clear dialogues form a Gabriel graph, mapping the precise occasions where ideas connect without interference. Yet within that restraint certain encounters intensify—closed triangular chambers concentrate meaning, and inside a few of them parallel lines accumulate like quiet breaths of emphasis. These hatched planes signal depth without resorting to solid colour, preserving the transparency of line while hinting at richer strata beneath. The sparse network and its softly filled cells together compose my self-portrait: a balance of openness and focused resonance.