Untitled 6 (Sunset Hues)

A field of earthen reds and burnt oranges is organized into hushed horizontal strata, like atmospheric layers settling after heat, memory, or time itself. Across this warmth, a constellation of pale specks flickers with disciplined repetition, turning the surface into a tactile skin where silence feels counted and deliberate. The central darker band reads as a horizon or scar—an interruption that anchors the gaze and suggests a passage between inner and outer landscapes. Light is not depicted so much as embedded, as if the work stores embers beneath its pigment and releases them slowly through its granular rhythm.