My Construction 1

Bathed in a saffron haze, the city’s layered arches and corridors become a scaffold for human exertion—figures suspended mid-climb and mid-lift, as if the architecture itself is being assembled by collective will. The composition stacks vantage points like memories, collapsing interior and exterior spaces into a single, breathable labyrinth where labor reads as both survival and ceremony. Warm, dust-lit tonalities dissolve hard edges, turning stone into atmosphere and suggesting that history is not a backdrop but a living weight carried upward. In this suspended moment, the work honors the anonymity of workers while quietly questioning who truly “builds” the grandeur we inherit.