

Against a deep, aqueous blue field, the painting stages three horizontal surges of matter—lava-like bands of rust, ember, and soot—that feel simultaneously geological and atmospheric, as if the earth’s strata have been lifted into weather. Flecks of white and looping filaments of yellow and black cut across the surface like errant constellations or electrical scribes, injecting velocity and fracture into the calmer expanse of color. The work holds a tense equilibrium between containment and eruption: order asserted in its repeated layering, yet continually broken by drips, splatters, and scorched textures that suggest memory, combustion, and renewal.