My City (Urban Grid)

This work stages a restless negotiation between structure and impulse, where gridded blocks of earth-toned collage press against saturated fields of orange, cobalt, and acidic yellow. Hard-edged triangles and striped intervals suggest an architectural logic, yet they are repeatedly interrupted by torn textures and sweeping, rainbow-like gestures that feel like memory breaking through design. Light is not modeled but constructed—arriving as abrupt color planes and glancing contrasts—so the space reads as layered and provisional, a city of sensations assembled from fragments. The overall effect is both buoyant and tense, proposing that coherence is not found in perfection, but in the audible seams where disparate moments are stitched into one visual cadence.