



This still life dissolves into a breathing thicket of brushstrokes where leafy greens and earthen neutrals fuse, then part, to reveal a bowl of citrus like quiet lanterns in undergrowth. Light is not so much painted as felt—skimmed across rind and ceramic—so that the oranges become anchors of warmth amid a restless, half-abstract field. The composition privileges sensation over outline, suggesting memory’s way of holding onto small domestic riches while the surrounding world remains fluid and unfinished. In that tension between abundance and blur, the work reads as a meditation on transience: nourishment briefly illuminated before it returns to the same verdant haze from which it emerged.







