On the horizon

An abstraction born from the fracture of materials or an intimate encounter with the horizon.
The canvas here is not just a surface—it is a battlefield of materials. Rough scraps of corrugated cardboard burst into space like rocks at the edge of the world. They are a memory of the boxes in which fragile things are transported. Irony? Perhaps. After all, the main character of this work is the House. The very one. The only one.
It stands on rusty ground. Its window is a black hole. But it is precisely from this emptiness that golden Hope is born. A light that does not ask permission. A light that is already here—defying the horizon, the cardboard, and your expectations of abstraction.