A sharp, black wedge cleaves the field like a decisive thought, compressing the world into stratified bands of mark-making that read as both landscape and memory—layers of leaf, stone, and shadow caught in a slow geological rhythm. Against the restrained greys, the single red disc hovers with quiet insistence, a pulse of time or a distant sun that steadies the composition while also unsettling its neutrality. The horizontal striping behaves like a screen or shutter, suggesting that what we see is mediated—nature observed through structure, and experience filtered into segments. In this tension between organic textures and engineered geometry, the work becomes a meditation on boundaries: what is preserved, what is erased, and what remains incandescent.
