



This work stages a tense dialogue between a monolithic indigo column and a field of incandescent reds, as if a private architecture of memory is being heat-forged into visibility. Horizontal striations and scar-like drips interrupt the surface, suggesting timeβs abrasionβlayers laid down, lifted away, and reasserted in stubborn residue. The flecks of pale, granular texture read like erosion or static, turning the composition into a threshold where intimacy and rupture coexist, and where stability is continually tested by impulse and burnished emotion.







