

A monumental, earth-toned arch presses into the white field like a remnant of infrastructure or ruin, its granular surface carrying the weight of time and sediment. Beneath it, a suspended mesh of nervous, repeated linework gathers into a darkened swell—part shadow, part scaffold—suggesting a fragile architecture of memory that can only ever be provisional. The spare negative space becomes an active silence, amplifying the tension between permanence (the ochre mass) and instability (the trembling graphite lattice), as if the work is asking where we seek shelter: in structures, or in the traces they leave behind.







