This charcoal-toned abstraction feels like a forest remembered in fragments—trunks and undergrowth dissolve into a lattice of angular strokes, as if the scene is being rebuilt from nervous, searching gestures. Light is not painted as a source but as an erosion, scraping pale corridors through dense shadows and turning space into something unstable and breathing. The composition oscillates between vertical thrust and scattered, fallen marks near the ground, suggesting both endurance and collapse—nature as structure, and structure as something perpetually slipping toward silence.
