Untitled 15 (Urban Forest)

In this restrained monochrome field, sweeping, palm-like arcs rise and collapse like gestures caught between growth and erasure, their bristled edges exposing the artist’s hand as both maker and censor. Dense black blooms and a tapering central mass puncture the pale ground, creating a slow pulse of presence against a haze of drifting marks that read like ash, rain, or fragmented thought. The composition holds a tense balance between upright vitality and smudged dissolution, suggesting a landscape of memory where forms persist only as stains, echoes, and returning rhythms. What remains is not depiction but residue—an atmosphere in which the viewer senses both shelter and void.