Through the vail

This reads like an intimate abstract work done in alcohol ink pigments allowed to run and meet on the page. Rich magentas, molten oranges and sticky crimsons pool and drip vertically, while a stubbier, granular grey column anchors the center like weathered rock. On the left, warm, cell-like shapes in yellow and orange suggest ember glow or coral texture; small greens peek through as accidental punctuation. The soft edges and bleed patterns emphasize process: gravity, dilution and chance more than strict brushwork. There’s a quiet tension between energetic color and the steady descent of the drips, a feeling of movement that’s both slow and inevitable. It feels tactile and slightly raw — an exploration of color relationships and the way marks change when you let them go.