



This composition stages a tense dialogue between the absolute and the fragile: a dense black disc anchors the left panel like an eclipse, while the right side fractures into angular planes that feel half-architectural, half-geological. Bands of ochre, olive, and ember red drift across the lower register in restless strata, suggesting memory as sedimentβbuilt up, scraped back, and reasserted in paint. Light is not depicted so much as wrested from the surface, where sharp contrasts and abrupt edges make warmth feel hard-won, turning the image into a meditation on containment, rupture, and renewal within a single field.