This composition orchestrates fractured triangles like shards of an urban blueprint, where gridded blacks and striated textures collide with a vast, deliberate silence of white space. The hard geometry suggests architecture and systems, yet the rough, printed grain introduces human pressure—memory, wear, and the insistence of touch against order. Two small red planes flare like signals or wounds, interrupting the monochrome logic to propose urgency, direction, and a pulse of emotion within an otherwise engineered calm. In its tension between precision and abrasion, the work reads as a meditation on how we navigate modern structures—by instinct as much as by design.
