Untitled 4 (Urban Rhapsody)

This collage-like abstraction assembles fractured planes into a suspended architecture, where muted grays act as a membrane holding back surges of vermilion, acid yellow, and deep olive. The composition reads like a cross-section of memory—stitched with dotted textures and thin linear seams—suggesting repairs, revisions, and the quiet insistence of what has been patched over rather than erased. Light is not cast but embedded: it flickers through translucent layers and patterned fields, turning the surface into a tactile map of inner weather. In its tension between restraint and eruption, the work proposes a psyche or city-in-miniature—built from fragments, stabilized by rhythm, and always on the verge of reconfiguring itself.