I Can See A Yellow Field Through My Studio Window, acrylic paint, paint marker, collage.

The title is a statement of direct sensory experience, I see, anchored in a concrete space: a studio window. Yet the work doesn't depict any yellow field in the literal sense. Therein lies its power.

The large, bright yellow rectangle occupies the lower right quadrant with an almost brutal frankness. It is the field, its pure color, its flattened light. For me, painting a field of rapeseed or sunflowers represents a concept of perception: what the eye truly retains is this yellow vibration, saturated, almost blinding.

The studio as a filter:

The title emphasizes the word "studio": this is not an ordinary window. The studio is the place where perception is transformed into a pictorial gesture. I am not painting the yellow field—I am painting the act of seeing it from the place where one paints. The work is therefore a discreet mise en abyme: the painting speaks of the very condition of its own making.