Untitled 8

A vertical lattice of vermilion strokes rises like a tense scaffold, its repeated diagonals weaving between assertion and collapse. Against the pale, breath-like ground, the paint’s varied opacity—some marks crisp, others dragged to a ghost—turns gesture into time, as if the structure is being built and eroded in the same instant. The composition holds a charged equilibrium: energy concentrated in the center while the surrounding emptiness becomes a field of silence that amplifies the work’s restless pulse, suggesting both containment and release.