Untitled Red 18 (Beneath the Surface)

A vast field of earthen reds and oxidized browns settles like weathered plaster, its surface scarred with abrasions that read as time made visible. At the center, a compressed, almost architectural cluster of charcoal and chalky whites pushes forward, as if a half-remembered structure is surfacing from sediment and then receding again. The restrained light—more stain than illumination—turns the space into a psychological landscape where presence is measured by what has been rubbed away. What remains feels like an artifact of endurance: a quiet record of erosion, memory, and the fragile insistence of form against dissolution.