Seasons Small

This painting turns a single tree into a luminous nervous system, its pale, branching filaments splitting the surface like memory-lines that refuse to stay buried. Saturated violets and crimsons collide with sudden pools of turquoise and green, creating a charged atmosphere where tenderness and volatility coexist, as if the seasons are happening all at once. The dark trunk anchors the composition as a quiet witness, while the scumbled, textured ground suggests both weathered bark and emotional sediment—an image of endurance braided with continual becoming.