Original artwork description:

This is not a painting—it is a battlefield of memory.

The canvas trembles with the echoes of unseen wars: between light and shadow, instinct and thought, form and freedom. Charcoal-black storms roll in from the edges, gnawing at pale silence with teeth of rust and blood. Ochres bloom like old wounds reopened by time, while smudges of burnt sienna speak of fire long gone cold.

You stand before a map of the intangible, where lines are not drawn—they scar. These sweeping gestures and splattered tones do not describe landscapes but inner terrain: the landscape of grief, of revelation, of resilience. Here, white does not purify—it bleeds into yellow, into flesh tones, into the trembling nerves of something once whole, now fragmented.

Lines dart across the surface like echoes of movement, memories trying to outrun forgetting. Some are scribbled in urgency, others delicately etched—each stroke a language, each smear a sigh. There's rhythm in this chaos, a terrible music composed by uncertainty, but guided by a confident hand.

Look closer: there’s a dance in the decay. The blackness does not consume, it defines. The brightness does not comfort, it exposes. This is the poetry of what cannot be said—only felt, and felt deeply.

It is both destruction and creation, scream and whisper, beginning and erosion.



All paintings are signed on the front and are delivered with the certificate of authenticity.
High grade oil paint and mediums used .
Packaging: Securely wrapped in bubble wrap then carefully packaged

Materials used:

oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame

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