



This abstraction stages a tense choreography of forms, where heavy black arcs cut across a misted field of greys like scaffolding for an unstable interior architecture. Cool blue planes and sharp red and yellow accents puncture the subdued atmosphere, reading as moments of insistence—signals that refuse to be absorbed by the surrounding haze. The paint’s drips and scraped passages expose process as emotion, suggesting a mind negotiating fracture and repair, and finding a precarious coherence in the very act of layering.







