Untitled 13 (Crimson Horizon)

Set against a field of incandescent red, the composition assembles faceted, mask-like figures from crescent and triangular planes, their bodies wrapped in fine striations that read like ritual textiles or the sediment of memory. The warm ochres and burnished blacks create a quiet gravity, while small flashes of blue and leaf-gold punctuate the scene as if preserving breath, glance, and blessing within a stylized silence. A branching tree and clustered roof-shapes hover at the edge of legibility, suggesting a village-temple psyche where nature, shelter, and ancestry interlock. The work feels like a ceremonial gathering rendered in geometry—an ode to belonging where intimacy is protected by abstraction.