Untitled 156 (Mystic Landscape)

Suspended in a field of honeyed air, the composition gathers itself into a dense, hovering belt of ochres, siennas, and muted reds, as if memory has condensed into a weather system just above the ground. Translucent contours and ghosted linework create a shifting architecture—half diagram, half ruin—where form feels excavated rather than painted, revealing layers of time and hesitation. The lower expanse opens into a quiet, almost ceremonial void, punctured by a single vertical mark and a small, wing-like gesture near the base, suggesting a fragile axis of orientation amid atmospheric uncertainty. What emerges is a meditation on threshold: the tension between weight and lift, between the legible and the withheld, where space itself becomes the narrative.