Untitled (Dawn of a New Era)

A fevered red field engulfs the scene, as if the air itself has been heated to the point of becoming pigment, and from its center a pale flare of light opens like a distant horizon or an inner ignition. Across this incandescent ground, jagged marks and scraped textures accumulate in a fractured band, suggesting the remnants of a landscape or cityline caught mid-erasure—memory turning to ash and geometry. The tension between the painting’s molten atmosphere and its sharp, charcoal-like interruptions creates a rhythm of rupture and rebuild, where violence and renewal feel inseparable. What emerges is less a place than a psychological terrain: a charged interval between collapse and dawn.