WORKS ON PAPER
The title hints at landscape, but the work operates purely through color and gesture. Pinks dominate—not the pinks of flowers but of winter light refracted through atmosphere, that strange flush snow takes at dusk or dawn. White functions as both ground and illumination, flattening space the way actual snowfall does. Wild dark marks tangle through the composition like bare branches whipping in wind, or the memory of summer foliage now reduced to pure linear energy.
There's a particular kind of visual intensity that happens in winter—the way cold air sharpens perception, how color becomes more saturated when everything else has been stripped away. The greens and browns anchor without describing. What remains is the feeling of crystalline light and organic chaos held in balance. The orchard exists only as an idea, a starting point abandoned in favor of what paint and memory can do that illustration cannot.