Untitled 24 (Crimson Horizon)

A vast, ember-red field dominates the composition, its velvety expanses punctuated by scabbed textures that feel like memory surfacing through heat. Along the lower register, pale, ash-white blooms and ink-dark stems rise like fragile apparitions—half floral, half burn-mark—suggesting endurance in a terrain that has been scorched but not silenced. The stark economy of forms turns negative space into atmosphere, where stillness and volatility coexist, and the viewer reads the surface as both landscape and psychological weather. In this restrained drama of color and abrasion, tenderness appears not as softness, but as persistence.