Untitled 3 (Ochre Rhythms)

A field of warm ochre breathes like sunbaked plaster, its calm surface interrupted by torn, fibrous fragments that read as both relic and skin—evidence of time pressed into matter. The composition is held in quiet tension by a dark horizontal band and a pale vertical fissure, forming a muted cross that suggests axis, threshold, and the seam where memory is stitched back together. Light seems to emanate from within the pigment rather than fall upon it, turning the rough textures into a topography of endurance and healing. In its restrained palette and suspended forms, the work becomes a meditation on erosion and repair, where absence speaks as loudly as what remains.