Untitled (Figures in Red)

In a heat-saturated field of ochres and deep russets, a procession of elongated figures rises like remembered presences—outlined in pale, flickering strokes that feel less like contour than like afterimage. The fractured ground of angular patches and shadows turns the space into a restless mosaic, dissolving any stable horizon and suggesting a city or landscape felt through urgency rather than seen with clarity. Light clings to the bodies in narrow bands, casting them as both celebrants and witnesses, suspended between anonymity and ritual identity. The work reads as a meditation on collective movement—how a crowd can become a single pulse while each person remains a solitary silhouette.