Untitled 110

This abstract composition stages a collision of ember-red and sunlit gold, where broad planes of color feel like heated metal sheets pressed into uneasy alignment. Charcoal-black fissures and angular strokes cleave the surface, turning the painting into a fractured architecture of thresholds—part window, part barricade—through which light seems to leak rather than calmly illuminate. The rough, layered texture suggests accretion and abrasion, as if memory has been scraped back and repainted, leaving traces of earlier impulses beneath the present blaze. In that tension between radiance and rupture, the work holds a volatile calm: a poised moment just before something breaks open or is remade.