

This playful, constructed city rises like a collage of memories—blocks of turquoise and cobalt pressed against eruptions of red and ochre—while the wide olive field above opens into a charged silence. Wooden house-shapes hover as quiet witnesses, their raw grain suggesting the permanence of shelter even as the painted architecture below feels provisional, repainted, and in flux. Arrows and striped bands introduce a choreography of movement and direction, as if the painting maps not streets but decisions, migrations, and the restless pulse of urban becoming. Between the crisp geometric edges and the scuffed, imperfect surfaces, the work holds a tender tension: the desire to organize life into forms, and the inevitability of lived disorder bleeding through.







