

This suite of pale, atmospheric interiors treats architecture as a vessel for memory, where corridors, thresholds, and windowed bays dissolve into a hush of dusted light. Perspective is present yet deliberately unsettled—lines converge, then soften—so that space feels more remembered than measured, inviting the viewer to wander through absence rather than occupancy. The restrained palette of greys, sand, and faint celadon lets illumination become the true subject, pooling on floors and slipping along walls as if time itself were drifting through the rooms. In their repetition and variation, the scenes read like quiet studies of transience: places on the verge of vanishing, held briefly in the gentlest register of perception.