Untitled 2 (Into the Green)

The painting conjures a forest as a living threshold, where dense, layered greens press inward like a held breath and a pale corridor of light opens at the center as a quiet invitation. Vertical trunks read as both rhythm and restraint, while flecks of ember-red foliage punctuate the canopy like fleeting memories of change within apparent permanence. The softened edges and misted depth dissolve certainty, suggesting that the true subject is not the woodland itself but the inward journey—an emergence from shadow toward a clearing that feels more sensed than seen.