Layers of paint conceal as much as they reveal. Streaks of red and black move across muted fields, echoing language that has been crossed out, covered over, or silenced. What remains feels urgent yet unfinished—an invitation to look closer at what truth lies beneath.
Layers of paint conceal as much as they reveal. Streaks of red and black move across muted fields, echoing language that has been crossed out, covered over, or silenced. What remains feels urgent yet unfinished—an invitation to look closer at what truth lies beneath.
Acrylic on paper 18”x24” Matted and framed 22x28’
2025
