



A burnished, coin-like sun hovers in a pale, weathered sky, its warm ringed glow resisting the cool expanse of blue that stretches beneath it like a memory of sea and distance. The surface is worked with dense, tactile marks—scraped, layered, and scarred—so that space feels less depicted than excavated, as if the horizon were a threshold between atmosphere and sedimented experience. In the lower field, ember-orange flecks pulse through the darkened ground, suggesting buried heat or a city’s afterimage, turning the landscape into a meditation on endurance: light persisting not as clarity, but as insistence.







