Untitled 20 (Golden Horizon)

Suspended in a field of sun-warmed ochres and honeyed light, the composition reads like a horizon remembered rather than observed—bands of atmosphere settling into silence. A dense, rust-red seam interrupts the calm, its vertical drips and granular accretions suggesting a buried cityline or a scar of time, where human presence flickers at the edge of dissolution. The soft stratification above and below becomes a meditation on distance and impermanence: a landscape reduced to sensation, where memory stains the air more than it defines the land.