



This work stages a dense palimpsest where botanical silhouettes and industrial geometry collide, as if the city’s machinery has begun to dream in leaves and shadows. A fractured clock face hovers like a contested compass—time rendered not as linear measure but as overlapping strata—while hard-edged planes of ochre, charcoal, and acid greens carve the space into competing rhythms. Light arrives in abrupt, stained-glass shards, creating a sense of perpetual flux: nature insists on presence even as structure attempts to contain it. The overall effect is both exuberant and uneasy, suggesting an ecology of memory in which growth, decay, and modern tempo are inseparably entwined.







