Untitled 4

A luminous band of molten orange cuts through a cool, misted field of blue-gray, as if a horizon has been distilled to pure sensation rather than place. Dark indigo bars and fractured verticals bracket the central glow, turning the composition into a tense architectural threshold—part window, part barricade—where warmth strains against restraint. The painterly smears and abrupt edges read like memory in the act of forming, suggesting a fleeting sanctuary of light held in check by the weight of structure and time.