Untitled 1 (Collage of Memories)

The work reads like a weathered map of memory: quilted parcels of earth stitched together with delicate marks, each field carrying its own private texture—floral tracery, crosshatching, and constellations of dots that suggest cultivation, erosion, and time’s patient labor. A pale river cleaves the composition in a near-silent rush, its blankness functioning as both light and absence, separating yet binding the terrain into a single breath. Muted sepias and mossy browns create an archaeological quiet, while the small dark vertical presence near the bank feels like a lone witness—human, tree, or stone—holding the threshold between belonging and drift.