

This painting suspends a field of lily pads and pale blossoms in a moody, distressed atmosphere, where veils of turquoise and charcoal read like weathered light filtering through deep water. The scattered ovals—hot reds, violets, and oxidized blues—pulse like drifting thoughts, their soft edges repeatedly dissolving into the scraped ground to suggest memory more than botany. By refusing a single horizon, the composition becomes a contemplative surface without certainty: a sanctuary that is also unstable, where beauty persists as brief, luminous interruptions in a darker tide.







