



A nocturnal field of black is pierced by electric yellow tracery, as if light itself has been dragged, whipped, and made to leave a record of its passage. The composition oscillates between vertical surges and a faint lateral seam, creating the sensation of a horizon that canβt quite holdβorder repeatedly ruptured by impulsive gesture and splattered impact. In this charged atmosphere, the marks read like both wild grasses and raw nerve endings, turning the surface into a meditation on energy: exuberant, restless, and insistently alive.







