Untitled 6 (Earthen Echoes)

A broad, mossy field of green spreads across the upper register like a suspended silence, its softened edges and buried marks suggesting memory pressed under paint. Beneath it, a lively grid of yellows, reds, and pale whites flickers with the cadence of a city seen through peripheral vision—signals, windows, and fleeting presences that never fully resolve. The composition holds a tense, elegiac balance between containment and spill, where thin drips and scraped passages imply time’s erosion and the stubborn persistence of color. What emerges is a meditation on how structure tries to steady experience, even as emotion keeps seeping through the seams.