

This layered abstraction breathes like a remembered landscape, where veils of ochre and sand-tones are repeatedly overrun by spring greens, as if growth is insistently reclaiming what was once dormant. Flecks of turquoise and rust puncture the field like brief, lucid sensations—moments of water, mineral, or heat—while the interlaced, almost calligraphic tracery suggests roots, weather systems, or half-erased maps. The surface’s palimpsest of scumbles and scratches turns space into time, proposing renewal not as a clean beginning but as an accumulation of traces, revisions, and quietly resilient return.