Seasons 138

A branch arcs across the upper field like a calligraphic spine, its dark contour anchoring a storm of impasto petals that seem to flutter between bloom and dissolution. Against a luminous turquoise ground, the saturated violets, oranges, and rusts pulse with seasonal urgency—light is not simply depicted but embedded in the paint’s thickness, catching the eye in broken, radiant facets. The composition stages a quiet meditation on transience: abundance rendered as motion, where each dab is both a falling leaf and a brief flare of remembrance, held momentarily before it drifts into the open air of the canvas.