Untitled 94 (Echoes of Touch)

A chorus of magenta discs drifts across a bruised, gray-white field, their velvety saturation repeatedly interrupted by scraped veils and splattered blacks that read like both punctuation and residue. The composition balances buoyancy and abrasion: circular forms suggest cellular life or planets in orbit, yet the smudged handprints and drip marks insist on the body—presence, touch, and the impossibility of keeping experience pristine. Light feels internal rather than directional, emerging through palimpsest layers where what is erased becomes as expressive as what is declared. In this tension between blooming color and soot-like traces, the work stages memory as a fragile ecology—continually overwritten, yet stubbornly radiant.