

This abstract field of ochre and mustard reads like a weathered wall holding onto memory, where dragged pigment and exposed ground create a quiet archaeology of touch. A pale vertical seam—part fissure, part corridor—cleaves the composition, letting light seep through the density and turning the surface into a threshold between concealment and revelation. The palette’s sun-burnt warmth is continually unsettled by smoky greys and bruised edges, suggesting optimism that has been tested, reworked, and finally allowed to breathe. In its layered abrasions and hesitant transparencies, the work becomes a meditation on endurance—how brightness persists not as spectacle, but as residue.







