



A broad, weathered band of ochres and bruised reds stretches across the canvas like an eroded wall or cliff face, its scraped, impasto surface bearing the evidence of time through fissures, scars, and half-buried marks. Above and below, cool fields of blue-green hover like sea and sky, their calm atmospheres intensifying the central strip’s raw tactility and suggesting a horizon where memory meets matter. The work stages a quiet tension between abrasion and serenity, as if nature and history have both written—then partially erased—their narratives in the same breath.







