This painting is held together by the final gesture — a sweeping white line. It came last, but it was decisive. Like a signature without letters, this line became the unifying rhythm of the work. It sits atop a layered, chaotic field of colors and gestures, weaving its way through the noise, grounding it. For me, this line symbolizes presence — a trace of the body, of thought, of decision. It doesn’t explain the painting, it claims it.