

A cool, weathered band of slate-grey hangs like a low horizon, its scumbled texture pressing downward onto a quiet field of off‑white that feels simultaneously vacant and expectant. Suspended in the middle air, a drifting constellation of brass, wireframe cubes suggests architectures of thought—plans, memories, and systems—sketched in space yet refusing to settle into certainty. Below, the clustered honeycomb forms read as both cellular growth and fossilized residue, an earthly counterweight to the floating geometry, as if the work stages a dialogue between constructed order and organic persistence. The restrained palette and the tension between weight and levitation turn the surface into a meditation on how we build meaning: precariously, beautifully, and always in negotiation with time’s erosion.







