

A saturated red field pulses like a held breath, its vertical hatchings suggesting a rain of time or coded signals, while a jagged, dark band cleaves the canvas as if a landscape has been fractured and reassembled. Within this fissure, bruised violets and ember-golds flare and recede, creating the sensation of heat trapped under a surfaceβan interior geology of feeling. The mirror-like horizontals hint at reflection without granting clarity, turning the work into a meditation on rupture and continuity, where intensity becomes both wound and illumination.







