Untitled 11 (Stratas Divide)

This work distills landscape into its most elemental registers: a dense, slate-grey field cleaved by a thin, ochre seam that reads like a horizon, a fault line, or a scar that time refuses to heal. The surface, bruised with cracks and stratified textures, turns light into a quiet revelation—less illumination than abrasion—so that every roughened ridge becomes a record of pressure and endurance. In its restrained palette and uncompromising materiality, the piece meditates on thresholds: where earth meets sky, where stability fractures, and where the smallest band of warmth insists on presence amid an expanse of dusk.