The Bag House (Untitled)

This work constructs an architecture of memory from stacked, bricklike rectangles, where warm ochres and ember reds seep into bruised violets, suggesting a city wall that is as emotional as it is structural. Light gathers in small, windowlike compartments and then dissolves into inky vertical drips, turning solidity into something permeable—history leaking into the present. The composition reads like a threshold: a dense, protective façade above, and beneath it a darker passage that invites contemplation of what is sheltered, what is hidden, and what quietly endures.