Untitled 11

A lattice of crimson planes fractures across a weathered field of charcoal and ash, as if emotion has been cut into facets and pressed back into place. The painting’s gritty surface and staggered geometry create a restless sense of depth—forms advance and recede like memories surfacing through smoke—while the thin golden diagonal reads as a disciplined incision, a single act of clarity resisting collapse. In the tension between industrial greys and insurgent reds, the work stages a meditation on rupture and resolve, where order is not given but painfully drawn.