Untitled 155 (Golden Reverie)

A hush of amber light floods the upper field like a remembered sunrise, while below, planar forms collide and recede into a softened architectural labyrinth. The composition balances sharp geometric edges against dissolving passages of paint, suggesting spaces that are both built and eroded—structures of thought more than of stone. Fleeting accents of teal and rose act as visual punctuation, guiding the eye through a terrain where certainty fractures into atmosphere, and presence becomes an echo. The work reads as a meditation on perception: how we assemble order from fragments, and how quickly that order melts back into dream.