Poem Of Colour 1 (The City Awakens)

A dense weather of color—vermillion, sap green, and bruised violet—moves across the surface like lived time, each layer partially veiling the one beneath so that memory becomes the painting’s true medium. Fine, wandering linear tracery suggests a fractured map or nervous circuitry, granting structure without ever offering a stable route through the composition. Light seems to seep from within the pigment rather than fall upon it, turning the field into a pulsing interior landscape where impulse and restraint continuously negotiate. The result is an intimate tension: exuberance held inside a web of marks that reads as both containment and connection.