

This work holds its forms in near-silence, where three egg-like ovals hover within a veiled field of green and ochre, as if memory itself has been pressed into the surface and left to oxidize. The composition is deliberately restrained—horizon-like bands and weathered texture create a shallow, suspended space in which each shape reads as a seed, a vessel, or a fragile promise of emergence. Subtle punctuations of cool blue and the ghosted central shadow introduce a quiet tension between presence and erasure, suggesting a narrative of incubation under time’s patina rather than immediate revelation.







