Frames
18 W × 18 H cm

For me, this paper is not just a surface but a site of construction. I treat each stroke of tempera like a brick in an emotional wall, building a structure that celebrates the sheer friction of color. I am drawn to tempera because of its honesty; it dries quickly and forces me to be decisive with every gesture, ensuring that a bright cerulean can sit boldly against a deep ochre without losing its voice.

In this piece, I wanted to capture the feeling of a 'contained explosion.' The central cluster of cool blues and greens acts as a heart, radiating energy into the warmer reds and oranges that surround it. There is no intended horizon or subject here—only the vibration of the pigment and the joy of the mark. I hope that when you look at this, you don't look for a 'thing,' but rather feel the weight of the colors and the staccato rhythm of the brush as it traveled across the page. It is a map of a moment, rendered in light.