Untitled 16

Interlocking blocks of charcoal and slate press against a cool, quiet ground, their weight punctured by a central red plane that reads like a pulse held inside architecture. The paint’s scraped ridges and ribbed marks turn these rectangles into tactile structures—part skyline, part barricade—where abrasion becomes a record of lived pressure and persistence. In the tense balance between darkness and crimson, the work stages a confrontation between containment and eruption, suggesting an inner heat insisting on visibility within an ordered, constructed world.