



This four-part abstraction reads like a fragmented night-sky diary—each panel a different register of the same atmosphere, where indigo depths are punctured by ember-like ochres and drifting constellations of paint. Filament lines cut and stitch through the fields like mapped trajectories, suggesting both the delicate architecture of branches and the invisible routes of memory, thought, or migration. Light is not painted as a single source but as suspended particulate—dust, spores, stars—so that space feels simultaneously cosmic and intimate, expanding outward while drawing the viewer inward. The work’s emotional charge lies in this tension between motion and stillness: a quiet turbulence that turns darkness into a site of growth and resonance.







