

This work suspends the viewer in a hush of slate-grey atmosphere, where a single pale band reads like a distant horizon briefly breaking through fog or memory. The vertical, softened pillars—more traces than structures—hold the composition in a tense quiet, suggesting an urban presence dissolving back into weather and time. Subtle abrasions and granular edges act as emotional residue, turning the restrained palette into a meditation on absence, interruption, and the fragile persistence of light.







