Description
This painting feels like a dream etched into the walls of time – a memory unraveling in slow motion.
The colors are earthy yet celestial: rich moss greens, amber shadows, and deep, mineral reds bloom and dissolve inside circular forms, as if you’re peering through ancient glass or submerged domes. These circles seem cracked or fractured, but not broken – more like geological cross-sections of something once whole and still evolving.
Beneath the surface lies a quiet turbulence: overlapping grids and jagged black lines crisscross like fences or fault lines, suggesting both boundaries and pressure points. And yet, within this fractured terrain, delicate lace-like patterns bloom – porous white bridges, dot trails, spirals, and tiny floral emblems – offering grace and softness within the weight of structure.
There’s a deep sense of held tension in this piece. It feels like standing inside a memory you’ve outgrown but can’t quite leave – familiar forms reshaped by time, reinterpreted through distance. It’s quiet, but charged – like a forest before rain, or a heart trying to speak through the logic of maps.
