Nothing in this piece sits still, and that’s the point. A looping orange line tries to draw a border around everything, but the color keeps spilling past it: lime and tangerine in the middle, cyan and cobalt ribbons running down the left, hot magenta streaks slashing across the top. In the lower right, a thick cobalt ring holds a tighter story, with layers of violet, rust, teal, and rose circling a warm coral center like a target or a tree’s growth rings. Dark green scribbles move across the middle like handwriting you can almost read. The paint is thick and textured, laid down quickly and with confidence. It is pure play, the feeling of a day that got away from you in the best way.
Nothing in this piece sits still, and that’s the point. A looping orange line tries to draw a border around everything, but the color keeps spilling past it: lime and tangerine in the middle, cyan and cobalt ribbons running down the left, hot magenta streaks slashing across the top. In the lower right, a thick cobalt ring holds a tighter story, with layers of violet, rust, teal, and rose circling a warm coral center like a target or a tree’s growth rings. Dark green scribbles move across the middle like handwriting you can almost read. The paint is thick and textured, laid down quickly and with confidence. It is pure play, the feeling of a day that got away from you in the best way.
