Untitled 124 (Ruby and Gold)

A field of saturated crimson commands the surface like a charged atmosphere, while earthen, gold-tinged planes rise from below as if excavated from memory and turned into architecture. The palette’s heat is tempered by scraped textures and veils of pigment, where abrasion becomes a kind of testimony—suggesting time, pressure, and the residue of lived experience. Angular forms converge toward a narrow fissure of light, a precarious threshold that reads as both wound and passage, holding tension between collapse and emergence. In this suspended drama, space is not depicted but felt: a dense interior landscape where desire, rupture, and renewal cohabit.