



This abstraction stages a quiet collision between architecture and atmosphere, where stacked planes and diagonal scaffolds feel like a half-remembered city seen through misted glass. Muted greys and slate blues hold the composition in suspension, while sudden embers of orange and acid green flare like signalsβbrief assurances of life within an otherwise subdued, industrial calm. The spatial layering refuses a single viewpoint, suggesting perception itself as construction: built, revised, and partially erased. What lingers is a mood of liminality, as if the work inhabits the threshold between order and dissolution, blueprint and dream.







