Untitled 2

This work unfolds like a wounded accordion of memory—folded planes of paper stained with watery greens and bruised blues, then ruptured by a viscous, sculptural swell that reads as both body and spill. The high-gloss, tar-like mass catches light with an unsettling seduction, turning reflection into a kind of witness while splatters and drips register the violence of gesture and the loss of control. By collapsing painting into object, it stages a tension between containment and seepage: emotion held in creases, then forced outward into a raw, tactile presence that feels simultaneously intimate and corrosive.