Untitled 5 (Golden Horizon)

This work suspends the viewer between canopy and ground, where olive greens fracture into shadowed silhouettes and the lower field burns with a honeyed, earthen glow. Horizontal striations behave like time-lines, smearing forms into memory and turning the scene into a palimpsest of movement rather than a fixed landscape. The dark, leaf-like shards at the base read as both refuge and obstruction, suggesting nature’s quiet architecture—protective yet unknowable—pressing against the warmth of light. In its restrained palette, the piece meditates on perception itself: what we think we see dissolves into atmosphere, and the ordinary becomes a threshold.