

A restrained horizon of ochres and moss greens is cleaved by a dark, monolithic verticalβan intrusion that turns the landscape into a psychological threshold rather than a place. Thin drips and scumbled passages read like weathered memory, while the jagged, shard-like forms at the center suggest a quiet collision between organic terrain and constructed force. In this muted light, the work holds a tension between refuge and fracture, as if the ground itself is negotiating what must be surrendered to time and what can still endure.







