Untitled 4 (Aqua Marine)

A cool, aqueous field of blues holds the composition like a remembered atmosphere, while layered scrapes and translucent veils suggest architecture dissolving into weather and time. The concentric disc at left reads as both sun and resonant pulse—an insistence of order—countered by drifting planes of white and sudden rust-orange marks that feel like human interruption within a wider, meditative space. Light is not depicted so much as built through accreted pigment, creating a hovering tension between clarity and erasure, as if the scene is perpetually arriving and receding. In this quiet collision of geometry and gesture, the work becomes a map of inner orientation: a search for a stable center amid fluid, modern flux.