



Across four panels, the work stages the same form as a recurring memory—part landscape, part body—each iteration veiled by viscous veils of yellow that fall like time itself, both illuminating and erasing what lies beneath. The composition oscillates between dense, bruised purples and raw, sun-struck ochres, while a sudden band of electric blue reads as horizon or interruption, insisting on the world outside the paint’s private weather. These deliberate drips become an ethics of exposure: the image is offered and withheld at once, suggesting tenderness under pressure, where perception must sift through layers of staining, concealment, and release.







