Untitled 22 (Crimson Tide)

A raw field of grey, mottled like weathered plaster, becomes the quiet stage on which a visceral red form asserts itself—split by a vertical seam that reads as both fracture and hinge. The red’s torn edges and layered opacity suggest a pulse held in suspension, while the adjacent white mass behaves like a silence pressing back, clarifying the drama through restraint. In the tension between stain and structure, the work turns abstraction into a meditation on rupture, containment, and the fragile possibility of cohesion.