


This work immerses the viewer in a deep, tidal field of blues where sweeping, circular gestures build a sense of pressure and slow rotation, as if the surface were remembering a storm. The upper register thins into a greenish haze, a muted horizon that refuses clarity and instead offers atmosphereβan idea of distance rather than a place. Scored textures and layered strokes act like sediment, suggesting time accumulating beneath motion, while intermittent lighter passages flare like brief respirations in an otherwise nocturnal expanse. What emerges is a meditation on inner weather: turbulence held in suspension, poised between dissolution and coherence.







