



This abstract composition rises and dissolves in vertical torrents of umber, rust, and soot, as if a stand of figuresβor a distant skylineβwere being remembered through weathered layers of time. A thin horizontal seam anchors the turbulence, turning the upper field into its own reflection and suggesting a threshold where presence becomes echo. Flecks of exposed white act like breaks in noise, letting light breathe through the density and lending the piece a quiet tension between erosion and endurance. The work ultimately reads as a meditation on impermanence: what stands tall is already slipping, yet the rhythm of repetition insists on continuity.







