A molten field of ochres and embers unfurls like a palimpsest, where scraped silhouettes and broken bands of pigment suggest forms half-remembered rather than declared. The composition moves in horizontal strata—earthlike, sedimentary—while the upper register blooms into a tangled canopy of marks that reads as breath, heat, and restless thought. Light is not depicted so much as unearthed: it glances off abrasions and thin washes, turning the surface into a record of time, pressure, and return. In this way the work becomes an archaeology of feeling, where warmth carries both refuge and burn, and every layer intimates a history beneath the visible.