Untitled 175 (Triptych)

This triptych stages a quiet drama of architecture dissolving into memory: planes and ledges hover like fragments of interior space, held together by thin, decisive lines that feel both structural and provisional. Cool fields of blue-gray act as a contemplative void, while eruptions of amber and ember-red flare at the edges, as if emotion is seeping through the seams of restraint. The shifting balance across the three panels reads like a passage of time—forms migrate, weight redistributes, and what once seemed stable becomes a suspended, luminous uncertainty. In this way, the work turns construction into a metaphor for psyche, suggesting that our inner rooms are always being rebuilt by light, fracture, and longing.