Large, interlocking planes of red, ochre, and velvety black behave like architectural blocks, stacking and pressing against one another until the surface feels both constructed and precarious. A hard-edged yellow wedge cuts through the density like a sudden flare of conviction, turning the surrounding dark fields into a kind of silent resistance and making the eye oscillate between heat and shadow. Hairline marks, abrasions, and drips operate as nervous sutures—evidence of revision and pressure—so the work reads as a map of interior tension where order is continually negotiated rather than achieved.