Untitled 177 (Shifting Horizons)

This composition stages a tense dialogue between a saturated red plane and a band of sunlit gold, as if two climates of feeling—urgency and solace—are forced to share the same horizon. Fragmented, architectural forms hover and interlock at the center, their softened edges and translucent layers suggesting memory’s tendency to rebuild experience as both structure and ruin. The light behaves less like illumination than revelation, glazing the surfaces with a heat that implies aftermath—something recently burned away, leaving behind a precarious, newly legible space.