Untitled 70 (The Gallop)

A pale, spectral body unfurls across a fractured field of rust and umber, its contours dragged forward by urgent black lines that read like both scaffolding and scar. Light is not modeled softly here; it is scraped and broken into chalky highlights, making the figure feel simultaneously present and eroding, as if memory were struggling to hold its shape. The compressed, angular space refuses repose, turning the act of reclining into a kind of endurance—an intimate human vulnerability set against an architecture of agitation and heat.