Cityscape 73 (Golden Horizon)

This work stages a low, restless horizon of interlocking shards, as if a city or thicket has been reduced to its essential rhythm—angle, repetition, and friction. Warm ochres and umbers dominate like sun-baked earth, while intermittent turquoise openings behave as breaths of sky, tiny intervals of release within an otherwise compressed field. The dense lattice of lines reads like a map of impulses—construction and erosion happening at once—suggesting both the ambition to build meaning and the inevitability of its fragmentation. In its panoramic sweep, the painting holds a quiet tension between enclosure and possibility, where every small window of blue becomes an act of hope.