Untitled 124 (Inner Horizon)

A radiant fault line of white light cleaves the composition, as if the canvas were an opened seam where heat and memory spill through. Around this central rupture, translucent planes in ochre and smoke-gray hover like suspended fragments, their softened edges suggesting both erosion and tenderness rather than violence. The surrounding field of saturated red operates as an emotional atmosphere—part alarm, part dawn—pressing inward to heighten the sense of a threshold being crossed. In this interplay of opacity and glow, the work meditates on rupture as revelation, proposing that instability can become a corridor to clarity.