Falde

A scorched epidermis of saturated, flaming orange constitutes the uppermost register: the stratum of fire, the most exposed layer, riven by heat and fractured over time into a dense lattice of fissures — at once arid earth and cooled lava, a crust that bears downward with an almost corporeal gravity. At the precise centre of this tension emerges the stratum of fibre: the raw jute is no discrete element but a fold of the terrain itself, a flap of crust — or of skin — that rises and unravels beneath the tectonic pressure between the two zones, casting literal shadow. Below, the stratum of silence responds: a chalky white, static and composed, its surface coarse yet ordered, where the absence of colour opens an absolute void. The work resides precisely at this line of rupture, as the jute appears to subside, descending from the turbulent, incandescent zone above into the silent purity of the one below. Viewed in profile, the painting discloses its depth: the fissures in the orange become apertures onto the strata beneath, while the jute serves as a three-dimensional bridge between turbulence and repose. It does not merely solicit the gaze — it asserts its physical presence through relief, fracture, and the weight of its own skin.