

This work stages an uneasy dialogue between structure and seepage: rigid vertical bars and brick-like fields attempt to impose order, yet molten oranges and inky blacks bleed through, turning architecture into a fevered atmosphere. A cruciform geometry pins the composition in place while diagonal planes slice it open, creating the sensation of moving through a corridor of memory where boundaries keep shifting. Flecks of blue and white flare like brief clearings in the heat, suggesting hope as a fragile incident within a larger, pressurized system.







