Untitled Red 14

A fevered red sky presses down upon a fractured terrain of ochres and umbers, where the landscape is assembled from shards of line and scraped pigment as though memory itself were being reconstructed. The composition rides a diagonal sweep that suggests a riverbank or settlement seen in haste, its structures flickering between presence and collapse, held together by nervous, calligraphic marks. Light does not illuminate so much as smolder—glancing off angular planes and exposing the tension between habitation and erosion. In that volatile atmosphere, the work reads as a meditation on impermanence: a place both built and unbuilt, suspended in the heat of time.