Untitled 13 (Green Hills, Blue Water)

Broad, tactile strokes of emerald and midnight blue press against one another like weather systems, turning the sky into a living ceiling of motion rather than a fixed backdrop. Along the horizon, a thin, incandescent seam of clustered lights reads as a distant settlement—or a memory of one—its fragile warmth held in suspension above the cool, restless water. The painting’s power lies in this tension: vast, elemental space rendered with assertive materiality, while human presence is reduced to a trembling band of gold that both resists and yields to the surrounding night.