Space 41 (Lime Rhapsody)

This abstract field of acidic yellow-green feels like a charged atmosphere, where light is not simply illumination but a pressure that pushes against darker, bruised passages of paint. Broad, swept gestures dissolve into veils and stains, while vertical drips read like gravity’s quiet insistence—time marking itself across an emotional surface. The tension between the luminous expanse and the encroaching shadow suggests a psyche hovering between renewal and unease, as if dawn were breaking inside a storm. In its layered abrasion and sudden flashes of white, the work becomes a meditation on persistence: clarity arriving in fragments, never fully resolved, yet undeniably present.