Untitled 130 (Illumination)

A broad, moss-green field unfurls like a hushed interior landscape, interrupted by a jagged horizon of ochres and bruised browns that feels less like geography than a memory resurfacing. Light pools at the center in a milky, almost wounded bloom, as if the surface has been breached and the painting is quietly exhaling its hidden strata. The fluid drips and softened edges dissolve certainty, suggesting an unstable threshold between calm and rupture, where the viewer is invited to linger in the uneasy beauty of transition.