A sharp form settles at the base of a deep emerald field, glowing like something half-remembered. Loose, gestural strokes ripple across the canvas, their crackled, translucent quality lending the whole composition the feel of light through old glass or crumpled cellophane.
A single sinuous blue line threads down from the top of the canvas like a stem, or a thought trailing off, tethering the warm central shape to the cooler world around it. Restraint meets play here: the palette is confident and grounded, but the forms stay loose enough to feel like they're still deciding what to become.
Equal parts still life and abstraction, this piece rewards a second look, the longer you sit with it, the more it shifts between object and atmosphere, warmth and depth.
