

Three circular frames function like suspended portals, each slicing architectural fragments into a disciplined dialogue between opacity and revelation. The warm, smoky browns hold their surfaces like memory-stained glass, while the crisp white voids carve out corridors, windows, and a stair—suggesting movement through spaces that are half-lived and half-imagined. The repeated round format turns the house-like geometry into a quiet meditation on containment: how domestic structures both shelter and divide, offering intimacy while withholding full access. In their serial progression, the discs read as sequential glimpses—an inward walk where light is not merely illumination but a measure of what the mind permits itself to see.







