Rooms of the Unfinished
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Size: 6ft x 6ft
Creation Date: April 2026
Collection: Abstract Inquiry
There are places in the mind that never fully resolve. Not because they are broken — but because staying open is how they stay alive.
This new five-by-five-foot oil painting from my Abstract Inquiry Series begins in the ground — a layered field of rust, earth, and burnt sienna, worked and reworked until the surface carries the weight of everything that came before it. Out of that ground, rectangles emerge. Not placed with intention. Arrived — the way memories arrive — each at a different state of resolution, each holding its own interior world.
The black rectangle upper left is sealed, admitting nothing. The orange-red at center burns at full intensity. The deep crimsons below are still becoming. Then the right side opens into teal and cobalt — and at the very base, a strip of yellow arrives like light beneath a door left ajar.
The work sits in conversation with painters who understood color as emotional architecture: Gerhard Richter’s layered surfaces that hold history without illustrating it; Mark Rothko’s color fields that ask the body to feel before the mind can name what it feels; and Sean Scully’s horizontal and vertical bands that transform geometry into something almost human. Like them, Rooms of the Unfinished does not depict emotion. It enacts it.
Phoenix has a particular quality of light — hard, clarifying, unforgiving of what is false. Painting here has taught me that the most honest surfaces are the ones that show their struggle. This painting shows every decision, every revision, every layer that refused to disappear. The ground remembers. The rectangles hold. The yellow arrives last, as it always does — quietly, like a question the painting is still asking.
Unfinished is not incomplete. It is alive.
