Untitled 5

This work stages a brooding still life of fragmented forms—crate-like blocks and stitched panels—held together by urgent black linework that reads like both scaffold and scar. A cool, fogged ground pushes the bruised reds and soiled whites forward, as if memory has been pressed into the surface and left to bleed at the seams. The repeated speckled motifs and crosshatched compartments suggest cataloguing and containment, yet the rough, trembling edges refuse order, turning the composition into a meditation on vulnerability within constructed boundaries. What emerges is a quiet tension between shelter and exposure: an interior mapped like a wound, dignified by its insistence on staying visible.