Untitled 7 (Rhythmic Landscape)

This monochrome abstraction reads like a geological cross‑section turned into a meditation on time: strata of inked lines accumulate, compress, and fracture, suggesting both the patience of sediment and the sudden violence of rupture. Against the velvety darkness above, the central band becomes a suspended horizon where checkerboard passages feel like coded apertures—moments where order tries to articulate itself inside erosion and drift. The composition’s quiet asymmetry, with its alternating dense blocks and breathing intervals, invites the eye to move like water through a channel, registering memory as a set of layered impressions rather than a single, stable view. What emerges is a contemplative landscape of threshold and transition, where surface and depth negotiate an uneasy, luminous truce.