



A pale, almost clinical field is split by two quiet blocks of light, against which a dark central void reads like a doorway into memory—stained, folded, and tenderly unstable at its edges. Within this recess, chalky hearts hover like half-erased graffiti, while a small flock of upward arrows gathers near the top, turning private longing into a diagram of escape. The composition stages a tension between containment and release: affection is present, but it arrives as residue—soft, repetitive marks attempting to warm an interior that remains shadowed and unresolved.







