Untitled (Crimson Abstraction)

A field of bruised magentas and smoldering reds holds two pale, blade-like forms that seem to surface and submerge at once, as if memory were trying to take shape before dissolving back into pigment. The composition hinges on this luminous, scraped center—white and silver notes catching light like a sudden confession—while surrounding veils of color drift in horizontal bands, slowing the eye into a contemplative hover. What emerges is a quiet drama of rupture and repair: an abstract landscape of feeling where heat, softness, and abrasion negotiate the boundaries of presence.