Space 7 (Golden Horizon)

This work distills an urban presence into a wavering palimpsest of reflections, where molten golds and soot-dark verticals suggest architecture dissolving into water’s nervous skin. Horizontal ripples score the surface like memory-lines, interrupting legibility and turning the city into an atmosphere—half revelation, half erasure. The tension between luminous amber and bruised blue-gray creates a quiet drama of permanence versus flux, as if the built world can only be grasped through its trembling, imperfect echo.