Untitled 8 (Autumnal Dance)

A canopy of stippled color unfurls like a murmuring crowd of leaves, where warm ochres and reds are punctuated by cooler greys, turning the page into a living atmosphere rather than a fixed scene. The paint’s watery translucence allows light to breathe through the clusters, so space feels porous—part garden, part memory—hovering between abundance and dissolution. Near the bottom, a single concentrated red orb and a dark vertical stroke act as a quiet anchor, suggesting a human presence or a moment of attention beneath the riot of seasonal drift. The work reads as a meditation on impermanence: how joy gathers in fragments, and how the eye stitches scattered sensations into belonging.