Untitled 6 (Ebb and Flow)

A field of ember-red is interrupted by shadowed, charcoal masses that hover like half-remembered architecture, their edges softened into a haze of smoke and breath. Thin, scraped horizontal lines cut across the center as if time has been scored into the surface, turning the painting into a palimpsest of erasure and return. The small, distant flare of light near the top reads as both warning and refuge, suggesting an inner horizon where heat, grief, and persistence converge. In the lower band, pale, stenciled traces drift like footprints or residues, anchoring the work in the human—present only through what has been left behind.