My Soul Is Burning (Crimson Tide)

A field of diluted crimson blooms and bleeds across the surface like emotional weather—at once tender and alarming—its watercolor tide creating pockets of breathy white that feel like pauses between shocks. Scattered through this stain-like terrain, the small, bowed figures repeat a gesture of bending or tending, as if performing quiet labor amid a landscape of wounds, their scale rendering them both vulnerable and resolute. The composition’s drifting reds suggest memory spreading uncontrollably, while the figures anchor the chaos with ritualized motion, turning catastrophe into an uneasy, collective choreography. What emerges is a meditation on care and aftermath: the human impulse to persist, even when the ground itself feels saturated with feeling.