Untitled (Abstract Gathering)

A procession of simplified figures repeats across the surface like a remembered crowd, their bodies reduced to warm silhouettes that hover between presence and erasure. Earthy reds, umbers, and bruised violets are punctuated by brief ignitions of gold, suggesting pockets of intimacy and attention within a larger social drift. The layered, mottled texture works like sediment—time pressed into pigment—so that each form feels simultaneously emerging and fading, as if identity is negotiated in the friction of proximity. What remains is a quiet choreography of urban anonymity: the tenderness of shared space, and the loneliness that can still seep through it.