Untitled 7 (Wordplay)

Monumental letterforms rise like carved reliefs from a weathered, mineral-grey ground, their soft shadows turning language into architecture and giving weight to what is usually fleeting. A border of script encloses the field as both ornament and threshold, suggesting that meaning is not only spoken but also circled, guarded, and ritually repeated. The restrained palette and eroded texture evoke time’s abrasion—memory, faith, or civic identity—so that the composition reads as a quiet palimpsest where voice becomes stone and silence becomes luminous.