Untitled 178 (Shifting Horizons)

This abstract composition reads like a weathered threshold where architecture dissolves into memory—planes of muted ochre and sage are scored by crisp linear seams, as if the surface were both blueprint and ruin. Light feels less painted than excavated, leaking through scraped passages and translucent washes to suggest time’s slow erosion of certainty. The tension between hard-edged geometry and drifting stains creates a quiet drama of construction and collapse, inviting the viewer to linger in the suspended moment before form fully asserts itself again.