Untitled (Celestial Waters)

A vast field of turquoise behaves like submerged air—both oceanic and atmospheric—against which small, luminous islands of ochre and pearl drift with quiet insistence. The surface is worked and scarred, its scraped passages and embedded textures turning color into sediment, as if memory has been layered, erased, and returned. Light appears not as a single source but as scattered revelations, each glint suggesting a fleeting thought that refuses to sink. In this gentle dispersion, the painting becomes a meditation on distance: between what is held and what slips away, between calm expanses and the restless traces that animate them.