All that fall 2026 – 65 x 50cm, acrylic, spray paint on canvas
The body knows these colours before it knows what caused them. Raw sienna settling into burnt umber, sap green pooling where the light used to sit clean, this is bruising read as landscape rather than event, damage given ground to spread across instead of a wound to be found. Yellow doesn’t announce the injury, it’s what the injury becomes on its way toward something else.
Beckett’s title names a condition, not a moment, the state of falling rather than the fall itself.