Spectres in the Deep draws the eye into a world that exists beyond light and language - the abyssal zone, where the ocean keeps its oldest secrets. In layered blues ranging from electric turquoise to near-black indigo, ghostly formations rise and drift: part creature, part wreckage, part dream. They are not quite known, not quite gone.
Embedded throughout the composition are strips of recycled paper, their warm amber tones surfacing like fragments of the human world carried downward by current and time. Receipts, pages, packaging, slowly becoming something else. In the deep, nothing disappears; it transforms.
The work does not attempt to illustrate the ocean floor but to inhabit its atmosphere, the pressure, the silence, the sense that something just beyond perception is in motion. These are not monsters. They are presences. Witnesses. Spectres of what we have yet to understand, and of what we may have already lost.