What Was Once a Great Idea

Generous and restless — blocks of teal, sage, red and yellow tumble across a softly blurred ground, each one distinct but none quite settling. The larger canvas gives the composition room to breathe and contradict itself: hard-edged rectangles against smoky, out-of-focus passages that feel like memory rather than paint. Small drawn lines and partial frames mark attempts at structure that the painting keeps outgrowing. The title lands with a wry smile — this is what an idea looks like mid-collision with reality, still colourful, still worth having.