Momentum 1

A dense field of ochre-gold hovers over a bruised black ground, as if light has been dragged across a scarred surface and made to linger. The composition reads like a palimpsest—scraped, reworked, and weathered—where abrasions and faint chromatic flecks become the residual evidence of earlier gestures, half-buried but still resonant. Its central haze suggests a fragile clearing inside turbulence, turning erosion into a quiet kind of radiance and framing memory as something simultaneously obscured and enduring.