Untitled 1 (A Breath of Fresh Air)

A field of wind-bent grasses sweeps diagonally across the surface, its ochres and mossy greens combed into rhythmic strokes that make movement feel almost audible. Against the saturated blue expanse above, the white seedheads flare like brief constellations—small eruptions of light that hold their ground while everything else yields to the current. The painting’s atmosphere hovers between land and water, as if the meadow has become a tide, turning a simple growth cycle into a meditation on persistence, drift, and quiet resilience. The softened edges and layered texture invite the eye to linger, suggesting memory itself: scattered, luminous, and constantly in motion.