Untitled 4 (Untitled 4)

This work reads like an excavated relic—layers of burlap-like weave, scorched ochres, and ash-gray passages compress into a tactile geography where time feels physically embedded. A vertical seam of warm, embered light is repeatedly occluded by tangled, root-like linework, suggesting memory’s stubborn growth through rupture and repair. The frayed edges and stitched textures turn the surface into a vulnerable skin, holding a quiet tension between shelter and exposure, as if the piece is both bandage and wound. In its restrained palette and insistence on material truth, the composition becomes a meditation on endurance—what remains when structures burn away, and what still insists on living.