



This geometric abstraction assembles a quiet architecture of color—rectangular blocks interlocking like a constructed memory—where each seam feels less like a border than a negotiated truce between tones. Saturated reds and ochres carry a grounded heat, while blues and pale greens open pockets of breath, creating a rhythm that oscillates between containment and release. The softened edges and charcoal-like scuffs interrupt the neat grid, suggesting time, touch, and imperfection as the true binding agent of the composition. In this way the painting reads as both wall and window: a disciplined order gently undone by traces of lived experience.







