

This work stages a quiet collision between architecture and atmosphere, where cool green planes and translucent grays fold over one another like shifting panels of memory. Incised lines and scraped, ochre-brown accents behave as scars of process—evidence of construction, erosion, and reconsideration—so that space feels both engineered and precariously provisional. Light is less a source than a veil, softening edges and dissolving certainty, inviting the viewer into a suspended moment where structure tries to hold while time keeps rearranging the scene.