The Meeting of Layers is a painting about convergence—what happens when separate currents finally touch. Lines of color move like geological strata and ocean bands, each carrying its own temperature: cool blues, pale violets, warm rust, and threads of gold that read like mineral seams.
At the center, the layers compress into a single meeting point—a quiet collision that doesn’t break the surface, but reorganizes it. The forms suggest landscape without becoming literal: more inner terrain than external scene. Up close, the texture feels like time—built, eroded, rebuilt—so the painting holds both motion and stillness at once.
This work is meant to be revisited. The longer you stay, the more the layers behave like memory: not linear, but gathered—arriving from different directions, meeting, and becoming one field.