



This composition reads like a fractured interior memoryβlayered panels of ochre, slate, and bruised mauve forming a tight architectural grid thatβs repeatedly breached by sharp, wing-like incursions of black. Light is not painted as illumination so much as abrasion: scraped textures and veiled washes suggest surfaces weathered by time, while the dark, calligraphic forms slice through the calm geometry with a sense of anxious flight. The tension between order and interruption becomes the workβs quiet narrative, where structure tries to hold meaning in place even as instinct and shadow keep rearranging it.







