



This work unfolds as a dense field of horizontal strata where violet and bruised magenta are repeatedly interrupted by black, as if the surface is both sediment and scar. The compressed bands of light read like brief, flickering apertures—moments of warmth trying to surface—yet each is pulled back into a heavier, nocturnal grid. Its rhythm feels like a city’s pulse translated into abstraction: layered time, accumulated pressure, and the quiet insistence of endurance within constraint.







