Untitled 4 (Data Decay)

A pale, rectilinear field rises like an illuminated wall, its surface built from interlocking strokes that mimic woven threads and quiet architecture at once. Around it, a mist of granular greys corrodes the edges, as if memory and weather are steadily reclaiming an ordered system into particulate doubt. The tension between crisp pattern and drifting erosion turns the composition into a meditation on impermanence—how structure asserts itself briefly before dissolving back into atmosphere.