Untitled 11 (Earthen Echoes)

This work stages a quiet archaeology of the urban—layers of sand-toned plaster and incision read like weathered walls where memory has been scraped, repaired, and written over. A heavy, near-black band anchors the lower register, while sparse verticals and clipped geometric fragments puncture the surface like distant towers or signals, creating a tense dialogue between weight and suspension. The restrained palette—earth, ash, and intermittent cobalt—lets light behave as a slow revelation, catching the ridges of texture and turning absence into a kind of narrative. What emerges is a meditation on structure and erosion: the city not as spectacle, but as residue, where meaning persists in what remains and what has been deliberately obscured.