

This composition stages a nocturnal architecture of colorβsaturated blues stacked into panels like windows, where light feels filtered through memory rather than weather. Against that luminous grid, the wiry, looping tracery reads as a nervous cartography: gestures of thought, fencing, or roots that both stitch and disrupt the order beneath. The looming grey plane at right behaves like a mute silence or erased corridor, intensifying the tension between presence and omission, as if the city (or the self) is half-built and half-withheld. In its layered surfaces and clipped rectangles, the work holds a quiet drama of containment and release, where structure tries to stabilize what remains insistently unstable.







