

This restrained monochrome relief reads like a fragment of a larger cartography—an eroded skin of paper where lines become roads, scars, and remembered routes all at once. Light does the real drawing here: grazing across the raised network, it turns absence into presence and makes the quiet surface pulse with shifting hierarchies of shadow. The irregular silhouette suggests a torn boundary, as if the work were salvaged from a wall or map, holding the tension between structure and disintegration. In its near-white silence, it proposes a meditation on how place is not pictured but traced—registered through touch, time, and the persistence of marks.







