Untitled 8 (Desert Mirage)

A field of warm, sand-toned impasto spreads like parched earth, its surface worked into rhythmic ridges that make time feel tactile and slow. Across this ground, terse black incisions and barbed marks stitch the space into a fragile geometry—part map, part scar—suggesting boundaries drawn, erased, and redrawn by unseen pressures. The pale, cloudlike band hovering near the center reads as a brief inhalation of calm, a suspended silence that only heightens the surrounding tension between order and fracture. In its restrained palette and assertive line, the work becomes a meditation on endurance: how landscapes, memories, and systems hold together precisely at the points where they split.