

A fevered lattice of black drips and splintered lines suspends itself over an electric green ground, as if nature’s canopy has been translated into pure impulse and gesture. Red splatters flare like sudden pulses—wounds or blossoms—while milky veils of white soften the violence, creating momentary clearings in the density. The composition refuses a single focal point, asking the eye to wander and collide, mirroring the way memory and sensation accumulate in tangled strata. What emerges is an ecology of emotion: growth and rupture intertwined, where vitality is inseparable from chaos.