



This abstract composition rises like a weathered skyline of memoryβvertical slabs of pigment stacked and eroded, suggesting structures that are felt more than seen. Warm ochres and rusts create a grounding heat, while sudden apertures of turquoise and cerulean breathe through the surface like brief clearings of thought amid density. The brushwork alternates between scraped translucency and saturated blocks, letting time and revision remain visible as a quiet narrative of endurance. What emerges is a city without streets: an interior architecture where atmosphere, not geography, holds the form together.







