Untitled 9 (Urban Symphony)

This monochrome abstraction moves like weather across a remembered city, where smeared blacks and eroded whites turn architecture into a fleeting impression rather than a fixed fact. Grids and broken hatch marks surface like scaffolding or windows seen through rain, while looping calligraphic lines hover as gestures of human presence—half sign, half whisper—trying to anchor the drift. The composition’s restless lateral sweeps create a sense of transit and uncertainty, suggesting that place here is not mapped by streets but by the mind’s shifting layers of memory and aftermath.