Untitled 172 (Shifting Horizons)

A cool field of blue functions like a suspended silence, against which angular shards and honeyed facets gather into a fractured nucleus of light. The composition feels both constructed and eroded: geometric forms attempt coherence while translucent drips and veils interrupt them, suggesting memory rewriting itself in real time. Warm golds flare at the edge like a late sun breaking through, turning the central cluster into a threshold—part architecture, part ember—where order and dissolution negotiate a fragile peace.