Untitled 8 (Twilight Over the Hills)

A solitary mesa rises like a remembered monument beyond a patchwork of ochres and saffron fields, its cool blue mass holding the horizon in quiet authority. The foreground is built from rhythmic, flattened planes and stippled marks that read as harvested grasses and stone, creating a tactile cadence that contrasts with the distant mountain’s stillness. Warm, late-day light bleeds through the sky and saturates the land, turning the scene into a meditation on seasonal change—where human cultivation and untamed geology coexist in a poised, luminous truce. The vertical accents of trees and posts punctuate the openness, suggesting time’s passage like measured breaths across a generous, expansive valley.