



This painting stages a quiet collision between monumental color fieldsβburnt terracotta and deep slateβheld in suspense by narrow seams of lemon, cobalt, and black that behave like scaffolding for emotion. The broad planes read as walls or horizons, yet their softened edges and intermittent drips betray a human hand negotiating control and release, as if memory keeps bleeding through architecture. In the push-and-pull of warm against cool, the work suggests a lived urban interior: composed, resilient, and subtly frayed at the margins where experience insists on reappearing.







