



This abstract composition assembles its world from stacked, architectural planes of ochre, teal, and deep green, where each block feels like a held breath—solid, imperfect, and insistently present. A vertical white passage cleaves the field like a seam of revelation, its soft bleeding edges suggesting both a wound and a corridor of light that insists on passage through the dense, urban-weighted color. Subtle incisions and scumbled textures animate the surfaces, turning the painting into a palimpsest of revisions—memory layered over structure—so that the viewer reads it less as a place than as a state of becoming. In the tension between luminous yellows and brooding violets, the work holds a quiet drama: the search for clarity inside an environment built of fragments.







