Untitled 11 (Urban Symphony)

This multi-panel abstraction reads like an architectural palimpsest—cut-out glyphs and planar shards suspended over veils of gray, teal, and moss green, as if the city’s grammar has been stripped down to breath and negative space. The grid imposes order, yet each panel subtly fractures it, allowing light to behave as a quiet protagonist: it catches edges, softens shadows, and turns absence into structure. A single red circle punctuates the otherwise muted field like a pulse or warning, suggesting a human signal within a system of impersonal forms. Across the sequence, the work narrates perception itself—how meaning is assembled from fragments, and how serenity can coexist with compression and constraint.