Untitled 117

A luminous, almost cruciform axis rises through veils of milky grey, as if the painting is built around a wound of light that refuses to close. Horizontal bands of ochre and rust hover like a fractured horizon, while the right flank blooms into a dense red field that reads as both heat and memory—an encroaching intensity that presses against the quieter center. The softened edges and bleeding transitions make space feel unstable, turning the work into a meditation on endurance: presence held together by translucent layers, suspended between surrender and ignition.