Untitled 7 (The Awakening)

This abstract composition feels like a terrain of lived experience, where ember-orange blooms push against velvety blacks and pale, cellular veils, suggesting both combustion and regeneration. Polka-dot grids and honeycomb textures behave like coded memory—order imposed on sensation—while the soft bleeding edges keep the image perpetually in flux, as if the forms are still deciding what they want to become. A vertical, pale corridor cleaves the central mass like a passageway or scar, turning the painting into a meditation on thresholds: between control and surrender, structure and emotion, containment and release. The radiating hatch marks at the left read like an outward pulse—an exhalation—anchoring the work in a quiet, bodily urgency despite its non-figurative language.