Two White Shapes on My Way Home

The title makes you look differently — suddenly those two blowsy pink-white squares feel like something noticed mid-stride, ordinary shapes that caught the light at the right moment. Around them, the canvas is anything but quiet: amber and orange blazing at the edges, black cutting through the middle, small bright rectangles of blue, teal and grey scattered like afterthoughts. Above it all, a chaotic frieze of dark silhouettes that could be trees, or figures, or just the noise of a city street. A painting built around a moment of accidental stillness.