



A quiet field of milky whites and fogged pastels becomes a stage for a suspended, biomorphic tangle of color—like a thought-form caught mid-metamorphosis—its overlapping planes suggesting both protective enclosure and internal fracture. The dense core on the right, stitched with blues, rusts, and bruised violets, pulls the eye into a slow orbit, while the solitary apple on the left reads as an anchor of the tangible: a small, weighted fact resisting the drift of abstraction. Subtle textures and softened edges dissolve certainty, as if memory is eroding the boundaries between object and sensation, leaving only the emotional residue of form. In this tension between the edible and the ineffable, the work proposes a meditation on desire, perception, and the fragile architecture of inner space.







