Untitled 3 (Golden Tulips)

Two tulip heads, caught in a moment between bloom and collapse, stand like silent figures against a fevered field of repeating red marks that reads as both ornament and pressure. The artist’s insistent contouring and bruised golden palette turn the petals into folds of skin—tender yet armored—so that fragility becomes a kind of endurance. In the tight vertical pairing, one flower seems to lean into the other, suggesting intimacy and dependence, while the vibrating ground denies any restful space, amplifying the sense of lived intensity beneath the beauty.