Untitled 4 (Crimson Currents**)

A slender vertical field becomes a quiet corridor of time, where bruised violets and ash-greys are pierced by a sudden, arterial red—an emotional flare that feels both wound and ignition. The surface reads as worked and excavated: scraped textures, translucent veils, and linear incisions stitch the column together like sutures, suggesting memory reconstructed through fracture. Suspended, ribbon-like forms drift across the strata, softening the violence of the marks and turning the composition into a meditation on resilience—how tenderness can survive inside abrasion and pressure.