



The composition stages a charged encounter between order and impulse: block-like, weathered forms stand like urban monoliths while looping black gestures and cobalt arcs cut across them as if tracing memory, motion, or unrest. A cool turquoise field gives way to a heated red ground, turning the canvas into a psychological map where temperature becomes emotion and space becomes tension. Collaged text fragments and distressed surfaces read like eroded signage, suggesting a city’s accumulated noise—history half-buried, half-insisting—while the sweeping lines bind the whole into a single, restless breath.







