Untitled 2 (Abstract Landscape in Red, Black, and Grey)

A brooding horizon of char and ember divides the surface into strata, as if the painting were a cross‑section of memory scorched and then cooled. The upper field—ashen, pocked, and scraped—reads like weathered stone or a sky after fallout, while the dense red band below pulses with residual heat, its granular weave insisting on material truth rather than illusion. Black flecks and drips behave like ash in motion, giving the composition a restless gravity that pulls the eye downward into a quieter, soot‑grey ground. In this tension between ignition and erosion, the work suggests both rupture and resilience: an elegy for what burns away, and a record of what stubbornly remains.