What if color was the way light remembers the world?
> These images are not imitations of painting.
They are what painting forgets — the trembling of matter at the edge of time.
Color here is not representation, but resonance.
Form is not construction, but sediment.
What you see is not a landscape.
It is the surface of perception itself, turning into memory before it hardens into meaning.
This is not about technique.
It is about what cannot be seen, but still arrives.
Concubitus
Tradition
Shrine
The Shelter
