Comb 5

This work unfolds as a measured procession of comb-like bands, each hovering in a field of silence where space becomes as articulate as mark. The restrained palette—cool ash-grey countered by bruised gold—suggests time’s sediment: layers laid down, abraded, and re-lit, while the fine vertical striations read like rain, data, or breath, slipping from the body of each form. Subtle variations in density and sheen turn repetition into meditation, proposing a quiet archaeology of memory in which order is continually softened by drift. What emerges is a poised tension between structure and dissolution, as though the image is listening for rhythm rather than depicting it.