Untitled 11 (Solar Flare)

A field of molten yellows collides with bruised, near-black blocks, creating a tense mosaic where illumination feels hard-won rather than decorative. The fractured brushstrokes build a pulsing architecture of light—like windows glimpsed through smoke—while drips and scumbled layers suggest time, erosion, and the residue of lived experience. In this shifting grid, radiance becomes both revelation and disturbance, implying that clarity is always negotiated against shadow.