Untitled 12 (Precarious Balance)

Set against a horizon of diluted blues and mossy greens, the knife lies diagonally like an interrupted sentence—its polished blade catching a cold, restrained light that both clarifies and unsettles. The watercolor’s bleeding edges and pooled washes make the ground feel porous, as if memory and landscape are liquefying around an object that insists on precision and consequence. A thin, wandering rivulet of white seems to cleave the scene, turning the tool into a quiet emblem of division: domestic utility tipped into latent threat, serenity edged with inevitability. In the tension between soft atmosphere and hard steel, the work meditates on how violence can arrive not with spectacle, but with ordinary familiarity.