Untitled M

This work orchestrates a quiet tumult of fractured planes, where chalky whites and ash-greys collide like memories broken into facets and reassembled without certainty. The composition denies a single focal point, instead letting light skim across matte and scraped textures so that presence emerges through absence—what is cut away becomes as legible as what remains. In its restrained palette and insistently angular rhythm, the piece reads as a meditation on instability: a landscape of thought in which coherence is always provisional, momentary, and hard-won.