

This work stages a hushed, archaeological drama in which translucent planes of mossy green and ash-gray hover like memories trapped beneath cracked plaster. At its core, a seedlike oval and a darker, orbiting ring suggest genesis and containment at once—life held in suspension—while the scratched linear tracery reads as both cartography and scar tissue, mapping time’s insistence across the surface. A lone flare of red, echoed in the dense spherical form below, punctures the muted field like an alarm or signal, turning the composition into a meditation on fragility: the desire to protect what is tender, and the inevitability of abrasion that makes it real.







