Untitled 101 (Quiet Reflections)

Rendered in a spare, sepia wash, the composition reads like an archaeological diagram of domesticity—objects suspended between recognition and erasure, their outlines softened as if remembered rather than observed. A tall, ruled rectangle anchors the center like a quiet ledger of time, while the perforated, curved form and scattered fragments introduce a tactile rhythm that suggests use, repetition, and the residue of touch. The generous negative space operates as a kind of silence, making the faint stains and bleeding edges feel like emotional seepage—an intimate archive where absence becomes the most articulate presence.