Fragment of Thought does not arrive whole — it breaks open across six feet of canvas in shards of crimson, teal, orange, and gold, each fragment carrying its own intensity, its own insistence on being seen. The composition resists resolution: color fields collide and overlap, geometry fractures mid-sentence, layers push through from underneath as if thought itself cannot be contained by a single surface. There is no center, no hierarchy, no resting place for the eye. Only the continuous movement of a mind in the act of discovering what it did not know it was thinking.
Oil on canvas. 6 × 6 ft. Abstract Inquiry Series. 2026.