

This painting distills a shoreline into a sequence of horizontal strata, where slate greys and milky whites suspend the eye in a hush of weather and distance. Electric blues cut through the calm like sudden clearings in cloud cover, while sparing vermilion accents flicker as beacons—tiny declarations of human presence against an indifferent expanse. The scraped, layered surface turns space into memory: partially erased, reasserted, and held in balance between abstraction and a quietly navigable horizon. In its measured geometry, the work reads as a meditation on orientation—how we seek anchors, even when the world is mostly atmosphere.







