Untitled 2

This work suspends architecture in a fog of memory, where teal and ochre planes emerge like fragments of a room half-recalled, half-erased. A vertical shaft of pale light cleaves the composition, turning the surrounding greys into a contemplative hush and making the edges of forms feel both present and dissolving. The angled slabs—part bench, part threshold—suggest a place meant for rest, yet their hovering dislocation speaks more to transition than arrival. In its restrained palette and softened contours, the painting becomes a meditation on interior space as psyche: structured, luminous, and perpetually slipping beyond certainty.