Untitled 13 (Tessellated Tones)

This composition fractures the pictorial field into window-like panels, where sweeping, blade-edged forms glide across the seams as if time itself were being cut and reassembled. A restrained palette of bruised reds, steel greys, and nocturnal blues is punctuated by a small ember of gold, turning the work into a meditation on rupture and persistence—what survives when continuity breaks. The tension between hard diagonals and misted, granular textures suggests both propulsion and erosion, evoking a landscape of memory in motion rather than a fixed place. In that unstable architecture of space, the painting reads as an inner cartography: crossings, collisions, and brief illuminations that refuse to settle into certainty.