Two matte black rectangles hold the upper right of an indigo field, giving back no light at all, while a peach and rose mass settles into the lower left, loosely wrapped in a few cream brush loops. Between them is a wide passage of plum darkness with nothing in it. The composition turns on what happens after a feed shuts off for the night: the warmth in the room becomes the only source of light.

I reduced the overnight blackout idea to a light problem. When a screen stops emitting it becomes the unpainted shape on the canvas, so I kept both rectangles flat, seamless, and lightless against a field that is mottled everywhere else. They are supposed to break the color logic. Everything warm sits diagonally opposite them, low and heavy, curled under a few slow loops like a loosened blanket. Viewers read a sleeping child there, and I want that reading to arrive through weight and temperature rather than through any figure.