Untitled Ii (The Seed of Creation)

This work distills a grove into a mosaic of ember-gold canopies, where each fractured tile reads like a memory held together by insistence rather than certainty. The clustered circles press forward with communal warmth while the dark, vertical trunk—punctuated by beadlike lights—anchors the composition as a quiet axis of endurance amid abundance. Against the cool, stony ground of the background, the palette performs a tender alchemy: autumnal richness becomes illumination, suggesting resilience and renewal born from small, accumulated fragments of life.