Untitled 190 (Golden Horizon)

A vast field of incandescent orange functions like a charged atmosphere, flattening the picture plane while simultaneously letting it breathe, as if heat itself were the medium. From the center, a totemic vertical seam of fractured color—blues, violets, and pale shards—cuts through the expanse, reading as an exposed inner architecture where memory and matter momentarily align. The work’s quiet abrasions and ghosted edges suggest erasure and return, turning monochrome exuberance into a meditation on concealment: what is withheld becomes the very source of radiance.