



This work stages a disciplined grid of mossy green fields, each cell animated by viscous, tactile strokes that trap light like wet pigment and make the surface feel insistently physical. Thin, dark incisions—some crossing, some halting—interrupt the calm repetition, turning the lattice into a quiet record of breaks, sutures, and withheld connections. The restrained palette amplifies the tension between order and contingency, as if a cultivated landscape or coded map were slowly weathering into something more human and uncertain. In its measured pauses and clipped crossings, the painting suggests that structure is never pure—only negotiated, moment by moment, against the pressure of time.







