



This abstract field of greens and blues feels like a landscape remembered rather than seen, where translucent planes overlap like shifting thoughts and the day’s weathered light. Incised, angular lines puncture the soft washes, creating a quiet architecture of fractures—suggesting boundaries, decisions, or paths that only become visible in retrospect. A warm yellow glow at the margin acts as a hinge of hope, pushing against the cooler depths and turning the composition into a meditation on renewal emerging from layered uncertainty.







