

This work distills a woodland into a spectral choreography of trunks and fronds, where ink-like blacks and misted greys braid together as if memory and matter were briefly overlapping. The composition rises in layered verticals, crowding the white field with silhouettes that alternately conceal and reveal, creating a quiet tension between density and breath. Subtle washes soften the harsher strokes, so the forest reads less as a place than as a thresholdβan interior landscape of resilience, silence, and the persistence of growth in winter-light.







