



A quiet geometry hovers in a field of sun-bleached ochres and veiled greens, where translucent rectangles seem to float like remembered rooms rather than constructed spaces. The central horizontal bar—part bridge, part hinge—links two muted chambers, while a soft orb on the right reads as a restrained pulse of presence, as if light itself has been distilled into a single note. Subtle gridding and stain-like passages give the surface a worn, archival feel, suggesting time’s sediment and the way perception layers over itself. The lower plane, more diffuse and contemplative, functions as an echo or afterimage—an inward descent from structure into atmosphere.







