Untitled 113 (Serene Horizon)

A broad veil of cool, misted blue holds the surface in suspension, as if the scene is remembered rather than witnessed—an atmosphere that both shelters and erases. Against this hush, earthen browns and fractured whites gather into a precarious, almost architectural cluster, where sharp diagonal accents and a single acid-green stroke read like signals of persistence within uncertainty. The composition’s asymmetry—weight on the left, breath on the right—stages a quiet drama between containment and release, suggesting a psyche negotiating what must be built, what must be abandoned, and what can only remain half-said.