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This triptych moves like weather across stone—three contiguous fields where ochres and sulphur yellows rise through veils of ash-grey, suggesting light that must be excavated rather than simply seen. The scraped, granular surfaces hold time in their abrasions, as if memory has been rubbed back to its essential strata, leaving flashes of warmth to pulse beneath a cool, mineral hush. Subtle shifts from panel to panel create a slow, breathing rhythm: atmosphere thickens, clears, then thickens again, turning abstraction into a meditation on persistence and the fragile optimism of illumination. In its refusal of fixed horizon or figure, the work proposes space itself as the subject—an interior landscape where emotion sedimentates and re-emerges as quiet radiance.