The reds feel exposed, raw, but hemmed in by darker blocks that press from both sides. Contrast exists, but it doesn’t feel freeing. It feels conflicted.
The pulls move downward, energy sinks. Some areas feel scraped back as if something is trying to erase itself, while others feel thick and vibrant. There is movement, but it circles inward. It burns, then collapses in on itself.
Striking and richly coloured, framed by a beautiful gold surround.
