Ochre and white across the whole canvas, worked thin so the weave shows through, with grey, teal, and pink surfacing where the ground opens.
Marks run everywhere: drawn line, scribble, drips, small blocks of color set down and left alone. Nothing here is arranged. Forms gather where they gathered. The drips fell where they fell. The painting takes the position that things have a nature of their own, and the work is to let it show rather than to impose one.
Wide, warm, and light. Ochre at this scale brightens a room without heating it. It carries a long wall and holds up at close range, where the detail becomes readable.
