Untitled (Sapphire Dreams)

A bruised field of slate and mist is split open by electric cobalt, as if a memory has been struck hard enough to glow. The composition gathers into a turbulent central mass—white flashes like fractured stone—then disperses into drifting fragments, turning space into a site of impact and aftermath. Blue operates here as both incision and salve, suggesting resilience within rupture and the quiet insistence of energy moving through shadowed terrain.