Untitled 174 (Shifting Realities)

Suspended in a field of earthen orange, the composition feels like an excavation of memory—forms appear and recede as if half-buried beneath time’s sediment. A taut, oblique wedge of light cuts through the haze, creating a fragile geometry that momentarily steadies the painting’s drifting fragments. The palette’s warm oxidation suggests both heat and erosion, while the scraped, dissolving edges read as acts of revision—an image continuously becoming, never fully settled. In this tension between structure and collapse, the work proposes a quiet archaeology of inner space, where clarity arrives only in flashes.