Untitled 102

This abstract composition fractures space into angular planes that seem to fold and collide, as if architecture and geology share the same restless breath. Cool sea-glass blues and muted greys are interrupted by raw umbers, creating a tension between clarity and abrasion, between sanctuary and rupture. The diagonals converge like structural ribs, implying a hidden framework holding together a moment of upheaval, where light is not illumination but a thin seam of possibility. What emerges is a quiet drama of pressure and release—an interior landscape that speaks to resilience built from shards.