Try it above the sideboard; the hard-edged blocks will do the editing. The oxblood crimson punch sits low, the cream upper field opens the wall, and suddenly the room has a centre of gravity it didn’t have before.

What changes is the discipline. Cushions stop competing. A messy bookshelf reads as ‘lived-in’ instead of ‘unfinished’. The eye finally has somewhere to land.

Hang it at standard eye-level on a chalky off-white wall, or float it on a deeper navy painted wall to let the cream half glow. It loves north-facing rooms and late-afternoon side-light.

Pair it with quiet linen, blackened steel, oak, and one only one accent that echoes the red. A ceramic lamp base, a single hardback spine.

Don’t crowd it with other strong abstracts. This piece wants to be the loudest voice in the room. On stretched canvas, the impasto and knife marks read as a real painting from across the room.