Untitled 112 (Golden Horizon)

A luminous ochre arc swells like a protective canopy, its watercolor bloom and softened edges suggesting warmth that is felt rather than described. Against a muted field dusted with pale specks—half starfall, half erasure—the composition pivots around a tilted, stone-like rectangle, a quiet weight that interrupts the glow and gives the space its gravity. Scratched marks and small ruptures in the pigment read as traces of time, turning this minimal arrangement into a meditation on shelter and vulnerability—how radiance persists even when it must carry something unresolved.