Untitled 1

A molten red form rises like a monolith at the center, its surface scarred with drips and abrasions that read as both wound and weathering, as if the painting records time rather than depicts it. Cool turquoise planes and muted greys open pockets of air around this heat, while hard-edged triangles and black linear scaffolds impose a tense architecture that tries—unsuccessfully—to contain the surge. The composition oscillates between control and eruption: a city of symbols built from geometry, yet continually softened by gesture and stain, suggesting an inner landscape where order is negotiated rather than won.