



Suspended between construction and ruin, the composition rises in jagged, scaffold-like forms that press inward from both sides, leaving a bruised violet void as a charged center of silence. Slashing whites and acid yellows behave like struck sparks—light not as illumination but as fracture—suggesting a city or harbor caught mid-transformation, where structure and instability are inseparable. The dripping, rainlike marks soften the severity of the angles, turning the scene into a psychological weather: a landscape of ambition, corrosion, and persistence held in delicate balance.







