Untitled 12 (Geometric Harmony)

Suspended within a wide, hushed field of white, fractured green plates read like excavated fragments—etched with cryptic marks that suggest a palimpsest of memory rather than a single map. Triangular inserts hover as if lifted from a different register of time, their rusted reds and smoky greys catching the eye like cautionary signals amid otherwise subdued tones. The composition choreographs absence as presence: an oval void becomes a contemplative chamber where symbols circulate without fully resolving, inviting the viewer to inhabit uncertainty as a form of knowledge. What emerges is a quiet archaeology of meaning—part terrain, part script—where the language of place is felt more than deciphered.