Untitled 12 (Dusk Horizon)

This work suspends the viewer in a hushed interval between weather and memory, where a bruised, leaden sky presses down upon a band of amber haze that seems to breathe from the earth itself. The composition is deliberately pared back—horizontal strata of pigment and a vertical thicket of marks—so that atmosphere becomes the true subject, and the horizon reads like a threshold rather than a line. The granular surface and softened edges suggest erosion, time, and distance, turning a modest landscape into a meditation on endurance and the quiet weight of approaching change.