Untitled 4 (Veiled Horizon)

Suspended in a hush of silvery mist, the composition lets dark, mineral masses drift like memories surfacing and receding, their scarred textures catching ember-red traces as if heat still lives beneath the stone. The central vertical clearing reads as a fragile corridor of breath—an opening where a delicate, branch-like line hovers, suggesting a lone horizon or a tenuous ecosystem resisting dissolution. Light is not cast so much as exhaled, softening edges and compressing depth, so the painting becomes a meditation on distance: what is concealed, what endures, and what slowly erodes into atmosphere.