Untitled 9

This work stages an urban memory in fragments—planes of slate, ash, and umber collide like weathered facades, while seams of ochre light flare briefly as if sunlight has found a crack in the architecture. The composition hinges on a central vertical clearing that reads as both passage and pause, a deliberate silence where the eye can breathe amid the dense, scraped surfaces. Smudged edges and partially erased forms suggest time’s abrasion: what remains is not a place so much as the sensation of navigating it, where solidity and disappearance coexist in uneasy balance.