

This work constructs an interior from memory rather than measurement, where furniture-like silhouettes and architectural frames hover between recognition and erosion. A furnace palette of rust, ember, and ochre is cut by abrupt whites that read like glare or absence, turning the room into a stage of interrupted presence. The compressed perspective pulls the eye into a central threshold, suggesting passageβout of the everyday and into a private, half-lit psyche where domestic comfort and unease coexist. Linework that trembles at the edges lets the space breathe, as if the scene is still being negotiated by the act of looking.