Untitled 108

In this atmospheric abstraction, a veil of lavender-grey quiets the field while a fractured band of darker, angular forms cuts across the center like a half-remembered horizon. Flecks of vermilion and saffron flare through the mist, suggesting impulses of lived experience—marks that refuse to be fully absorbed by the surrounding calm. The painterly smears and soft dissolves let space breathe, turning solid geometry into drifting thought, as if the work stages a negotiation between structure and surrender. What lingers is a poised tension: a landscape not depicted but felt, where memory assembles itself in shards of light and color.