Untitled 6 (Nightfall)

This work stages a nocturnal terrain where pigment becomes weather—dense, granular blacks pressing down like a storm front while a band of electric blue opens a bruised corridor of air. Across the lower register, fractured marks and pale, vertical streaks read as both scaffolding and falling rain, suggesting a city dissolving into memory or a landscape becoming machinery. The sudden, ember-red horizon line introduces a restrained violence, a pulse of heat that refuses to settle into calm, turning the scene into a meditation on pressure, aftermath, and the thin seam between refuge and rupture.