Metamorphosis 7 (Golden Horizon)

This work reads like a scorched palimpsest—an earthen field where light has been rubbed into the surface, then interrupted by soot-dark fissures that behave like memory’s fault lines. The composition suspends a central vertical seam, anchoring the viewer’s gaze as surrounding forms dissolve into bruised edges, suggesting figures or landscapes that refuse to fully declare themselves. Its restrained palette of ochres, umbers, and ashen blacks turns texture into narrative, evoking erosion, weathering, and the quiet violence of time. What emerges is a meditative tension between presence and disappearance, as if the image is simultaneously being uncovered and undone.