Untitled 51 (Untitled)

This brooding abstraction stages a quiet collision between saturated midnight blues and bruised violets, where fractured planes of teal and ochre surface like half-remembered architecture emerging from dusk. Dense, worked textures—scraped, layered, and scarred—turn the paint into a kind of weathered wall, suggesting time’s slow erosion and the persistence of what remains. Light does not illuminate so much as seep through fissures, giving the composition a subterranean glow that reads as both refuge and unease. The eye is pulled across ruptured edges and softened blocks, as if moving through a city of memory where structure and emotion are inseparably entwined.