On weathered beige grounds, bold gestures of black paint mark the surface with conviction. Two heavy bars stacked in parallel, a near-perfect circle broken only by drips, and an explosive diagonal slash. Together they suggest a language beyond words, a vocabulary of shape and force.
The rough textures, with their bleeding edges and uneven strokes, make the works feel raw and immediate, as if created in a single unbroken movement.
Their simplicity is deceptive: balance and tension emerge the longer the eye lingers, each form speaking of order and disruption, permanence and imperfection.
The muted backdrop softens the intensity, allowing the black forms to dominate without overwhelming. When placed in a room, they do not decorate so much as define, giving the space a pulse that shifts between calm restraint and sudden energy. What they leave behind is not explanation, but presence. Art as gesture, pure and unfiltered.
