Untitled 12 (Cosmic Collision)

A saturated red field holds a volatile encounter between mass and gesture: a tilted slab of luminous yellow, scraped at its edges, reads like a flare of consciousness breaking through pressure and heat. The small white and black accents act as quiet punctuation—floating commas that steady the composition while suggesting gaze, breath, or a body reduced to essential signs. With its rough erasures and sudden clarity, the work stages a tension between eruption and restraint, as if meaning is perpetually forming and dissolving at the perimeter of the paint.