Untitled 55 (Untitled)

Suspended between abrasion and radiance, the composition stages a fractured architecture that seems to rise and dissolve at once, as if memory were rebuilding a place from incomplete blueprints. A broad field of ochre light presses down like heat or revelation, while saturated blues pool and recede, creating a tide of feeling that alternates between refuge and uncertainty. The scraped, interlaced marks read as traces of passage—human presence implied rather than declared—so the work becomes less a depiction than a lived atmosphere, where stability is continually negotiated within luminous ruin.