

This work stages a volatile conversation between absence and eruption: a misted field of pale greys and chalky whites is suddenly pierced by a dense, ember-red core that feels like a memory igniting mid-thought. The composition reads as an archaeological wall of marks—scratches, half-figures, and coded symbols—where fragments of narrative appear and recede, refusing stable interpretation while insisting on lived experience. Subtle washes create breathing space, yet the angular, saturated forms on the right compress the air, turning color into pressure and suggesting the psyche’s struggle to order chaos. What emerges is a charged cartography of inner and outer worlds, where the act of painting becomes both excavation and containment.







