Untitled 112

Suspended in a veil of luminous green, the composition feels like memory surfacing—forms half-revealed, half-erased, as if the painting is breathing itself into visibility. A dense, angular cluster of ochres, umbers, and sharp turquoise marks anchors the lower field, while the misty expanse above opens into a quieter, more contemplative space that resists definition. The tension between softened atmospheres and abrupt, shard-like geometry suggests a dialogue between inner turbulence and outward calm, where meaning is carried not by clear objects but by the emotional residue of their traces. In this interplay of opacity and flare, the work reads as an excavation of the subconscious—an attempt to hold onto what continually slips away.