Untitled 1 (Urban Drip)

A molten field of ochres and burnished gold rises like a remembered city at dusk, its vertical drips reading as both weathered facades and the slow seep of time. Against this warmth, a dense, nocturnal mass gathers at the upper right, punctured by small flares of white that feel like brittle sparks—moments of clarity trying to surface through abrasion and shadow. The composition oscillates between construction and collapse: luminous planes suggest promise and ascent, while the running pigment pulls everything downward, turning light into something precarious, hard-won, and fleeting. In this tension, the work becomes a meditation on endurance—how radiance persists not by purity, but by surviving the stain of experience.