In A Whirlpool (Dusk's Embrace)

This brooding abstraction reads like a nocturnal landscape glimpsed through memory—an expanse of dense, storm-dark atmosphere split by a thin, wavering horizon that both anchors and destabilizes the scene. Thick, worked surfaces carry the feeling of erosion and time, as if pigment has been scraped, dragged, and re-laid to mimic sediment, surf, and the lingering trace of weather. A bruised violet swell and chalky, circular abrasion in the lower right suggest a tidal pull or a wound in the image-plane, where light tries to surface but remains muffled under veils of green-black. The work ultimately becomes less a place than a mood: a meditation on threshold, where land, water, and sky dissolve into one another and certainty gives way to a quiet, ominous becoming.