UNTITLED I, acrylic on canvas, 48"x48"
A summer afternoon along the hills between Thalgau and Eugendorf, near Salzburg, Austria — seen through the window of a moving car. The memory of that deep, continuous green and the shifting angle of light returns here, reconstructed through line.
UNTITLED II, acrylic on canvas, 48"x48"
A line is the smallest unit of form. A mountain is one of the largest, most overwhelming presences on earth. In this extreme contrast — the smallest against the largest — I find reverence. A mountain cannot be owned. It cannot be reduced to human scale. I paint mountains because they resist us.
UNTITLED III, acrylic on canvas, 48"x48"
From a distance, this looks like a mountain. Up close, it dissolves into intersecting lines. Take away the color, and only geometry remains. Add it back, and the same lines become ridges and valleys. The eye keeps switching between the two — landscape and abstraction, never settling on one.
UNTITLED V, acrylic on canvas, 48"x36"
A mountain, yet a wave moves within it. The accumulated lines form the mountain's hard ridgelines, while their flow echoes a wave rising and breaking. Stillness and motion, mountain and sea, meet on a single surface — a paradoxical landscape.
UNTITLED VI, acrylic on canvas, 48"x36"
Lines cross and intersect across the canvas, extending in multiple directions to create a sense of organic movement and energy. Each facet is composed of strict geometric triangles, yet together they appear alive and fluid. It is precisely this accumulation of rigid forms that produces a free and dynamic impression. The same hue reads entirely differently depending on its neighbor. Color does not exist in isolation; it is always defined by relationship.
UNTITLED VIII, acrylic on canvas, 30"x30"
Elongated triangles, pulled into a single direction — that alone is enough to form a valley. Descending from every direction, the ridgelines gather toward a single point, and that pull of convergence fills the surface with tension.
UNTITLED VII, acrylic on canvas, 30"x40"
A line is a feeling. Here, it pulls tight, condenses and tenses.
UNTITLED IV, acrylic on canvas, 30"x40"x2 (diptych)
Placed in this order, the two canvases become one mountain. Reverse them, and two separate mountains appear instead. Boundary and network, here, depend only on how the pieces are placed.
UNTITLED IV (detail)
UNTITLED IV (detail)
UNTITLED IX, acrylic on canvas, 20"x20"
UNTITLED X, acrylic on canvas, 20"x20",