A black silence swells at the edges of the canvas—dense, infinite, and without promise. Out of it, a fractured light emerges, hesitant and trembling, like the echo of a forgotten dawn. Creams, ochres, and faint greys unfold in layers of sediment and smoke, their texture whispering of time, erosion, and fragile endurance.
The composition feels like a landscape both remembered and erased—a place that exists only in the afterimage of memory. The pale expanse at the center seems to hover between surface and depth, its tonal vibrations suggesting mist, sand, or the slow burning of a distant horizon. Amid the abstraction, a flicker of red appears—a single pulse of life, defiant and small, like the last ember in the aftermath of something immense. It anchors the composition, a fragile heartbeat in an ocean of ruin and renewal.
Lines—jagged, wandering, almost hesitant—trace across the surface like the scars of experience, or the rhythms of thought. They seem to measure silence itself, mapping the delicate tension between chaos and order, emptiness and gesture. The painting becomes an act of listening to the invisible—to the way color breathes against darkness, to how light remembers itself after the storm has passed.
It is a meditation on contrast: the stillness of black and the restlessness of white, the slow decay of brightness, and the persistence of that single, impossible red. The work holds within it both desolation and grace, a testimony to the endurance of presence amid vanishing.
This is not merely a depiction but a sensation—
the quiet aftermath of noise,
the landscape of an emotion
long since dissolved into air.
Original Oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame
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 and shipped in a cardboard box.
oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame
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A black silence swells at the edges of the canvas—dense, infinite, and without promise. Out of it, a fractured light emerges, hesitant and trembling, like the echo of a forgotten dawn. Creams, ochres, and faint greys unfold in layers of sediment and smoke, their texture whispering of time, erosion, and fragile endurance.
The composition feels like a landscape both remembered and erased—a place that exists only in the afterimage of memory. The pale expanse at the center seems to hover between surface and depth, its tonal vibrations suggesting mist, sand, or the slow burning of a distant horizon. Amid the abstraction, a flicker of red appears—a single pulse of life, defiant and small, like the last ember in the aftermath of something immense. It anchors the composition, a fragile heartbeat in an ocean of ruin and renewal.
Lines—jagged, wandering, almost hesitant—trace across the surface like the scars of experience, or the rhythms of thought. They seem to measure silence itself, mapping the delicate tension between chaos and order, emptiness and gesture. The painting becomes an act of listening to the invisible—to the way color breathes against darkness, to how light remembers itself after the storm has passed.
It is a meditation on contrast: the stillness of black and the restlessness of white, the slow decay of brightness, and the persistence of that single, impossible red. The work holds within it both desolation and grace, a testimony to the endurance of presence amid vanishing.
This is not merely a depiction but a sensation—
the quiet aftermath of noise,
the landscape of an emotion
long since dissolved into air.
Original Oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame
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 and shipped in a cardboard box.
oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame
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