The surface here is maximalist and unapologetic — impasto strokes of electric yellow, cobalt, magenta, acid green, and burnt orange pressed and dragged into a landscape of pure chromatic density. Tall vertical forms rise like canyon walls or skyscrapers or standing stones, their surfaces alive with directional mark-making. Through and between them, a thin purple line winds like a river or a nerve, refusing to be stopped by any of it. The left edge churns with green and light; the right opens into deep blue distance. Every step forward is into something not yet named.