Untitled 4 (Serene Peaks)

This delicately wrought mountain form rises from the page like a remembered landscape—its peaks built not from color, but from patient accretions of line that mimic erosion, striation, and the slow pressure of time. The dense hatching turns geology into a kind of handwriting, where each contour reads as both topography and pulse, compressing vastness into intimate mark-making. Suspended in a wide field of blank paper, the mass feels simultaneously monumental and weightless, suggesting how solitude can be both sheltering and severe. In its quiet monochrome, the work becomes a meditation on endurance: an austere terrain that holds the viewer at a distance while inviting prolonged, contemplative attention.