First Plane Home

This piece evokes a liminal terrain—part cosmic residue, part decaying surface. A gradient of oxidized green and bruised brown suggests corrosion or emergence, while the speckled lower region glints like shattered glass or distant stars. It resists stable interpretation: is it a landscape seen from orbit, or a failed scan of a forgotten archive? The texture implies both depth and erasure, as if meaning were dissolving into atmosphere. It feels like a memory of a place that never existed, or a signal corrupted mid-transmission. The work invites recursive looking, where each glance reveals less, not more.