



This triptych stages a quiet drama of measure and interruption: repeating motifsβhalf-moons, pegs, and staffsβread like a visual score where rhythm is constantly threatened by a single emphatic mark. Warm, earthen reds and bruised browns create a weathered atmosphere, as if the surface has absorbed time, while the spare blacks and the blade-like white bar sharpen the composition into moments of decision. Across the panels, symmetry and seriality suggest order, yet the deviations feel like memory or dissent breaking through a system, turning the work into a meditation on how structure both shelters and confines.







