Untitled 11 (Inferno)

A broad field of heated red-orange asserts itself like a pulse across the canvas, its layered veils alternately concealing and revealing a scaffold of greens, yellows, and chalky whites. Drips and abrasions work as time-marks—gravity pulling pigment downward while translucent passages suggest memory resurfacing through stain and scrape. The embedded triangular form reads as a fragile point of orientation, a quiet geometry trying to stabilize the surrounding turbulence, turning the painting into a meditation on containment versus overflow. What emerges is an atmosphere of charged vitality, where structure is never fixed but continually negotiated within the burn of color.