



Set against a parched, earthen ground, the composition reads like a diagram of memory—an architectural mind mapping itself in tessellated fragments, grids, and coded emblems. A hovering capsule of forms—punctuated by a spiral disc and a wheel-like sigil—suggests mechanisms of time and circulation, while the red contour line stitches disparate zones into a single, breathing system. The interplay of warm ochres with cool blues creates a gentle tension between enclosure and escape, as if the work is both a city plan and an inner landscape. In its measured repetition and handcrafted irregularity, the piece turns structure into feeling, implying that order is never sterile but quietly intimate, lived-in, and constantly rearranged.







