

This densely orchestrated abstraction reads like a palimpsest of a city’s unconscious—faces, signals, and fragments of architecture surfacing and dissolving within a chalky, weathered ground. The composition hinges on a dialogue between hard-edged geometry and hand-drawn, almost childlike notation, where flashes of rust red and soot-black punctuate the pale field like alarms in a muted memory. Spatially, it refuses a single viewpoint: planes overlap and slip, suggesting a restless navigation through lived experience, as if the work is mapping thought itself rather than place. What emerges is a tender tension between order and disarray, where meaning is continually assembled, erased, and re-inscribed.







