



Suspended in a velvety field of near-black, thin bands of electric white jitter across the surface like fragmented transmissions, turning light into a nervous language rather than a source of clarity. The composition’s long horizontal pulse—part waveform, part scar—anchors the work in time, while the warmer, rusted undertones bleed through like memory resurfacing beneath erased history. A faint arc in the lower corner suggests a lens or orbit, hinting that what we witness is both measured and haunted, a record of presence that refuses to resolve into certainty.







