

This work constructs a floating archeology of symbols—triangles, eyes, vessels, and numbered fragments—held together by a pale atmospheric field that reads like erasure as much as space. Muted greys and chalky whites create a hushed ground, against which the sudden flare of orange and the deep green cup-like form operate as emotional anchors, suggesting desire and contemplation in uneasy balance. The composition feels both diagrammatic and dreamlike, as if a private language is being assembled in real time, where each mark becomes a clue to memory, ritual, and the restless act of meaning-making itself.







