Untitled 93 (Liquid Symphony)

This composition stages three towering, totemic presences that seem to bleed their histories downward, as if color itself has been asked to confess. The paint is allowed to fall, pool, and stain in long vertical rivulets, turning gravity into a kind of brushstroke and transforming exuberant bands of magenta, ochre, and acid green into vulnerable cascades. Against the pale ground, the drips and splatters read like a charged atmosphere—an uneasy balance between celebration and erosion—suggesting identities that remain upright even as they dissolve at the edges. The work holds a taut dialogue between control and surrender, where gesture becomes both rupture and renewal.