Untitled 304 (Untitled)

A broad, saturating field of green holds the left side like a sealed memory, its velvety expanse broken only by faint, ghosted traces that read as residues of touch rather than explicit form. Against it, the right side fractures into pale, architectural planes—beige and chalk-white—where thin slashes of red and electric blue punctuate the quiet like sudden thoughts interrupting concentration. The composition stages a dialogue between containment and disclosure: one half a monolith of atmosphere, the other a precarious construction of lived fragments, suggesting how perception assembles meaning from what is withheld as much as from what is revealed.