This geometric abstraction stages a tense, rhythmic dialogue between saturated reds and a sudden, insurgent green, as if the painting were a heat-field interrupted by growth. Repeated triangular cuts and overlapping planes create a lattice of near-architectural space, where light seems trapped behind veils of pigment and only leaks through in pale, sanded apertures. The composition reads like a coded interior—part scaffold, part banner—suggesting structures we inherit and the vital, unruly impulses that insist on pushing through them.