Untitled 2 (Intersections)

This composition reads like an architectural memory—layered planes of ash-grey, chalky white, and burnished ochre collide and settle into a precarious equilibrium, as if the surface were rebuilding itself after impact. A sharp wedge of light at the top cleaves the darker band like a sudden revelation, while the slender red vertical acts as a pulse line, insisting on life within an otherwise industrial hush. Incised marks, faint circles, and the small embedded “window” create a coded language of measurement and trace, suggesting that what we call structure is really a palimpsest of time, erosion, and quiet persistence.