



A vertical field of mossy greens and bruised umbers is cut by bands of luminous, ochre linework, as if a forgotten script has been excavated from within the surface and allowed to hover between map and memory. The composition moves in stacked strata—constellations of small glyphs above, dense calligraphic tangles below—suggesting a journey from distant observation to embodied, ground-level experience. Light appears not as illumination but as residue: metallic traces that insist on persistence, turning the painting into a meditation on how narratives survive as fragments, diagrams, and echoes rather than complete scenes.







