Untitled 2 (Moonlit Harbor)

Against a nocturnal field that dissolves into violet haze, a flotilla of skeletal boats drifts in layered silence, their latticework hulls catching cold blues and ember reds as if memory were being lit from within. The composition stacks these vessels like receding thoughts—weightless yet insistent—creating a gentle vertigo between buoyancy and abandonment, motion and stillness. Above, a pale moon holds the scene in suspension, turning the water into an uncertain threshold where journeys feel less like departures than quiet accumulations of time. The work reads as a meditation on passage: fragile frameworks carried forward by darkness, bound together by the faint, persistent glow of endurance.