Untitled 2 (Concrete Reflections)

A cool, misted expanse of blue hovers above a bruised terrain where charcoal blacks and rust-red eruptions collide, as if a shoreline—or a memory—were being rewritten by weather and time. The composition pulls the eye laterally through scraped marks and particulate splatter, balancing airy distance with a dense, scorched foreground that feels both sedimentary and immediate. Flecks of white read like salt, ash, or scattered stars, turning the surface into a field of aftermath where violence and renewal coexist in the same breath. What emerges is an elegy for place: a landscape dissolved into sensation, carrying the quiet insistence that endurance is stitched from fragments.