Untitled 18 (Urban Mirage)

Suspended within a wide field of cool turquoise, a dense, shadowed core of indigo and umber feels like a fragment of city memory excavated from silence—half architecture, half apparition. Scraped lines and layered planes create a nervous lattice, as if the surface is insisting on both construction and erasure, where structure is continually rewritten by time. The small ember-like accents of rust and red puncture the hush, suggesting brief signals of human presence inside an otherwise impersonal grid. What emerges is a meditation on containment: a sanctuary or a cage, held afloat in open space, where distance becomes both protection and loneliness.