Untitled 142 (Waterfall's Descent)

Suspended in a field of sun-warmed yellow, the composition gathers into a drift of fractured planes that read like a body remembered rather than described—an anatomy assembled from breath, erosion, and impulse. Veils of milky whites and smoky umbers converge and dissolve, so that light feels less like illumination than a pressure pushing forms forward and letting them recede again. The occasional flare of turquoise and ember-orange behaves like a pulse within the haze, hinting at interior weather—desire, hesitation, and the quiet violence of becoming. In this tension between translucency and weight, the painting proposes a landscape of the psyche where certainty is always provisional and presence is made from layers of disappearance.