Untitled 2

A field of incandescent orange holds the painting in a sustained breath, while a scorched vertical seam of umber and black interrupts it like a memory reentering the present. The composition pivots on this axis—part figure, part wound—where scraped passages and smoky veils reveal a history of pressure, erasure, and return. Light seems to leak from within the pigments rather than fall upon them, turning warmth into something unstable, as if radiance and ruin occupy the same space. In its restraint, the work becomes a meditation on transformation: a threshold where heat purifies, but also cauterizes.