

This work stages a quiet confrontation between engineered order and the earth’s unruly memory: an L‑shaped plane of compacted grit and pigment anchors the field like a fragment of foundation, scarred by abrasion and time. Above it, a web of taut metallic lines and a small lattice element hover in nervous suspension, drawing the eye into a diagram of routes, stresses, and invisible connections. The restrained palette—dusty browns against a clinical white—turns texture into narrative, suggesting construction not as progress but as negotiation between control and collapse. In the tension between weight and air, the piece reads as a meditation on how we map, brace, and inhabit spaces that are always shifting beneath us.







