



This work simmers in a spectrum of ember reds and sun-baked ochres, where thick, tactile passages feel like heat made visible, pressed and scraped into memory. A dark horizontal band cuts the field like a horizon or a held breath, anchoring the composition while the upper planes billow with cloudlike compression and the lower zones fracture into layered strata. The interplay of abrasion and glow suggests a landscape dissolving into sensation—part scar, part sunrise—inviting a reading of endurance, transformation, and the restless alchemy of time.







