Untitled 50 (Untitled)

This painting stages a quiet collision between a broad, earthen green field and a bruised violet sky, as if the horizon were a seam trying to hold together two different moods. Fragmented strokes and scraped passages assemble and dissolve in the same breath, suggesting memories of place—structures, figures, or flags—caught mid-emergence before they slip back into abstraction. The light is not depicted so much as excavated: pale turquoises and chalky whites flare through the surface like underpainted truths, lending the work a tender tension between stability and drift. What remains is a lyrical sense of terrain as emotion, where the landscape becomes a map of inner weather rather than a literal site.