Alpha Omega

Broad, flesh-toned planes cleave the canvas like quiet fault lines, interrupting a lush field of watery blues and moss greens that drip and dissolve into one another. The composition oscillates between control and surrender: crisp geometric wedges hold their ground while gestural ribbons and stains meander through the atmosphere, suggesting memory in the act of slipping away. Light feels internal rather than cast—rising from pale negative spaces that both shelter and sever the more turbulent passages beneath. What emerges is a meditation on boundaries: the ways we partition experience, even as feeling seeps through every carefully drawn edge.