



This abstract composition stages a slow tectonic shift of forms, where rusted reds and ember browns compress into angular planes that feel both architectural and bodily, as if the canvas were assembling and undoing a figure at once. A severe vertical slab on the left acts like a threshold, pushing the eye into a fractured interior where charcoal lines score the surface like remembered outlines, suggesting presence through erasure. Light is not painted as illumination but as abrasionβthin scumbles and scraped highlights that make the space breathe, turning warmth into a kind of contained unease. The work reads as a meditation on confinement and resilience: a structure holding itself together while quietly revealing its seams.







