Untitled (A Mind in Disarray)

A crystalline triangular field gathers disparate domestic fragments—stacked textiles, a quiet shelf, the suggestion of tools—into a single, prism-like architecture, as if memory itself has been folded into geometry. Fine green striations radiate and converge into a dense vortex, turning ordinary objects into spectral apparitions that hover between blueprint and reverie, between order and erasure. The emptiness around the form functions as a held breath, amplifying the tension between the measurable structure of the triangle and the softened, almost ghosted narrative of lived space. In this compression of home into diagram, the work speaks to how containment can both protect and distort, transforming intimacy into an abstracted, luminous record.