Untitled 8

A pale, fogged field of greys holds two upright smudged columns, as if presences are trying to rise through a veil of breath and time. At the center, a dense, butterfly-like knot gathers the dispersed pigment into a moment of gravity, pulling the eye inward before letting it dissolve again into abrasion and stain. The work’s restraint turns emptiness into subject matter—an image hovering between apparition and erasure—suggesting memory’s unstable architecture and the quiet tension of something half-seen, half-forgotten.