Untitled 12 (Untitled 12)

A fervent architecture of overlapping planes in vermilion, ochre, and soot-black compresses the picture into a lived urban palimpsest, where scraped textures read like weathered walls bearing the memory of touch. A stark vertical band of broken white cleaves the composition like a corridor of breath—an insistence on clarity amid heat and abrasion—pulling the eye upward through sedimented layers of time. The tension between crisp block edges and corroded surfaces stages a dialogue between construction and decay, suggesting that permanence is only ever provisional. In this collision of warmth and grit, the painting becomes less a place than a pulse: the psyche mapped in masonry, scar, and light.