Untitled (Nocturnal Rhapsody)

A brooding expanse of indigo space is cleaved by a jagged horizon, where soot-grey vapors and sharp silhouettes suggest a city dissolved into weather and memory. From this quiet field rises a faceted, stained-glass spire—cool blues and prismatic flecks held in precarious balance against a flare of red-orange, as if hope is being forged under pressure. The composition hinges on this vertical ascent, turning the canvas into a meditation on resilience: architecture as a stand-in for spirit, illuminated not by certainty but by intermittent, hard-won light.