



This layered abstraction reads like a palimpsest of memoryβwarm citrus fields and bruised reds carrying a chorus of glyphs, half-formed faces, and botanical signs that hover between play and unease. A cool, vertical chamber at the center behaves as a threshold, its deepened greens and gridded markings suggesting a private interior where meaning is stored, coded, and quietly guarded. The compositionβs transparency and overprinting create a sensation of time accumulating rather than passing, as if the work is mapping how perception fragments into symbols while still searching for a coherent pulse of life.







