Untitled 12 (The Distant Horizon)

This horizontal abstraction reads like a horizon line remembered rather than witnessed, where a cool green sky presses down on a rust-and-umber earth, compressing the space into a tense, contemplative band. A thin, luminous seam of pale pigment cuts across the center like a breath of distance, while the staccato white marks—half drip, half scribble—suggest figures, pylons, or the residue of movement in a weathered city edge. The work’s power lies in its friction: opacity against transparency, stillness against abrasion, as if the landscape is both being built and eroded in the same instant. It becomes a meditation on threshold—between day and dusk, memory and matter—where what is “there” is less important than what persists as an afterimage.