

This abstract composition stages a quiet collision between structure and drift, where translucent planes of mint, aqua, and sand hover like architectural memories dissolving into water. A web of drawn lines—part scaffolding, part nervous handwriting—threads through the color fields, suggesting an internal map being revised in real time. The light feels filtered and suspended, as if the painting is less an image than an atmosphere, inviting the viewer to inhabit a moment of fragile equilibrium between clarity and confusion. In its layered veils and soft-edged fractures, the work becomes a meditation on how we assemble coherence from fragments of perception.