Untitled 13

A brooding slate field holds the composition in suspended quiet, while flashes of cadmium yellow and a lone orange vertical cut through the hush like signals breaking a dense fog. The paint seems to hover between erasure and emergence—smudged blacks and fractured whites reading as half-remembered structures, as though the canvas is recording motion rather than depicting it. In this tension between opacity and flare, the work becomes a meditation on attention: how brief illuminations of certainty punctuate a wider atmosphere of doubt and drift.