


This composition moves like a fractured architecture seen through amber-stained air, where planes of ochre and deep olive are sliced by incisive black gestures that feel both structural and violently improvised. Drips and pooled shadows interrupt the hard-edged geometry, letting gravity become a co-author and turning order into something precarious, weathered, and human. The light seems to come from within the layers themselvesβan internal glow that suggests memory sedimenting over time, while the sharp, blade-like strokes read as interruptions: doubt, urgency, or the will to break through a sealed surface.







