



This composition stages a quiet tectonic drama: triangular facets rise and subside through bands of scraped pigment, as if the image were excavated from layered sediment rather than simply painted. The warm ochres, burnt siennas, and umbers carry the heat of a late sun, while the repeated horizontal striations both steady the field and suggest time’s steady erosion across memory and terrain. Within the strict border, diagonals cut like fault lines, creating a disciplined instability where order is constantly reassembled from fracture. The work reads as an abstracted map—part landscape, part architecture—inviting contemplation of how structure, history, and atmosphere interlock to form a place we feel more than we name.