



This monochrome abstraction unfolds as a weathered palimpsest of horizontal strata, where scraped whites and bruised blacks behave like sediment—memory laid down, disturbed, and laid down again. Fleeting calligraphic marks hover between figure and erasure, suggesting presences that refuse to fully materialize, as if the canvas were recording the static of human gesture rather than depicting it. Light is not painted so much as excavated, emerging from scumbled passages that create a quiet, coastal vastness—part horizon, part interior silence. The work’s restraint becomes its emotional engine, turning absence into a tender kind of testimony.







