Untitled 2 (Verdant Depths)

A dark, arboreal silhouette rises like a remembered spine through a mist of green-black atmosphere, its branches rendered in rhythmic, almost calligraphic striations that pulse with quiet persistence. The surface is alive with granular spray and golden flecks, as if pollen, ash, and starlight have been suspended in the same breath, turning emptiness into a charged field of presence. By withholding clear horizon or setting, the work collapses landscape into sensation, suggesting not a tree observed but an inner image of growth—tenacious, weathered, and luminously incomplete.