

This composition unfolds like a mosaic of submerged memories, where layered rectangles and fractured silhouettes drift in a cool, oceanic register of blues and teals. The grid imposes a measured architecture, yet within each cell the paint behaves like weather—smearing, pooling, and eroding edges—so that certainty dissolves into sensation. Dark, shard-like interruptions puncture the field like distant landforms or passing shadows, suggesting a narrative of navigation: the mind searching for bearings in a depth that refuses a single horizon. What emerges is a quiet tension between containment and fluidity, as if the work were mapping the threshold where order meets the uncontrollable flow of time.







