



This verdant abstraction stages a slow drift from density to dissolution: on the left, fractured tesserae and smoky undertones suggest a memory breaking into readable fragments, while the right side opens into a saturated green field where forms soften and hover like submerged glyphs. The palette—acid yellow bleeding into deep chlorophyll—acts as a kind of inner weather, turning light into a viscous atmosphere rather than a source, and giving the surface a humid, breathing pulse. Semi-transparent shapes—smiles, circles, and cellular ovals—oscillate between play and unease, implying that what looks like innocence may be the mask of a more complex psychological ecology. In this way the work becomes a meditation on perception itself: how the mind composes meaning from residue, and how quickly certainty can melt back into luminous ambiguity.







